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H  TINS 

OF 

THE  CHUECH. 


WITH  TUNES. 


]STEW  TOEK: 
A.  S.  BARNES  &  COMPANY. 

in  &   113  WILLIAM  STREET. 
1869. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1869,  by 
John  B.  Thompson,  Ashbel  G.  Vermilye,  and  Alexander  R.  Thompson, 
In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United  States  for  the  Southern  District  of  New  York. 


Electrotyped  by  Smith  &  McDougal,  82  &  84  Beekman  St. 
Printed  by  George  W.  Wood,  2  Dutch  St. 


CONTENTS. 

Preface  PaSe  v 

Opening  Sentences  vl 

Lord's  Prayer— The  Creed  vn 

Law  of  God  viii 

Trinity.....  ^mns  I"I3 

God  the  Father  Almighty,  Maker  of  Heaven  and  Earth  14-96 

The  Only-begotten  Son,  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord  97"io3 

His  Advent  104-106 

."   Nativity  •   ....107-120 

"   Circumcision  121 

"   Epiphany  122-127 

"   Childhood..  128-130 

"   Life  and  Ministry  i3I~I38 

"   Transfiguration  I39 

"   Triumphal  Entry  140-142 

"  Passion  i43"l65 

"   Death  and  Burial  166-168 

"   Resurrection.  169-186 

"   Ascension  187-197 

^  "   Glory  ■  198-219 

"   Intercession  220-224 

God  the  Holy  Ghost  225-248 

His  work  in  Inspiration  •  •  •  249~256 

"        Invitation  257-281 

"        Penitence  282-316 

^  "        Faith  *  3!7-336 

(\|  «        Praise  337"37° 

The  Christian  Life  37i"554 


•y  CONTENTS. 

The  Church  Hymns  555-579 

The  Lord's  Day  580-622 

Holy  Baptism  623-634 

Confession  of  Faith  .  :  635-644 

The  Lord's  Supper  645-676 

The  Communion  of  Saints  •  .677-689 

The  Christian  Ministry  690-708 

Missions  .   •    •  .  709-743 

Mortality  and  Life  744~794 

The  Second  Advent  795-823 

Heaven  824-852 

Morning  853-870 

Evening  .  ■   -871-915 

Prayer  for  those  at  Sea  916-918 

Times  and  Seasons  9*9-9 2 9 

National  -93°-937 

Humiliation   938"943 

Thanksgiving  944~947 

Chants  948-989 

Miscellaneous  990-1007 

Responses  to  the  Commandments  .  Page.  466 

Doxologies  467 

Index  of  Subjects  473 

Index  of  Texts  47 6 

Index  of  First  Lines  and  Authors  479 

Alphabetical  Index  of  Tunes  488 

Metrical  Index  of  Tunes  494 


PREFACE. 


This  book  contains,  beside  familiar  hymns,  others,  both  ancient  and  modern, 
that  have  approved  themselves  to  the  Christian  heart.  It  may  be  proper  to 
state  that,  as  far  as  possible,  the  hymns  are  conformed  to  the  authors'  own 
editions.  Where  alterations  of  any  moment  have  been  retained,  the  fact  is  in- 
dicated by  the  letter  ( a )  after  the  author's  name  in  the  Index  of  First  Lines. 
Endeavor  has  also  been  made  to  restore  to  the  tunes  the  names  under  which 
they  were  originally  published.  Acknowledgment  is  hereby  made  to  brethren, 
both  clerical  and  lay,  who  have  furnished  original  contributions,  translations, 
careful  criticisms,  and  thoughtful  suggestions.  Especial  acknowledgment  is 
made  to  the  Rev.  Dr.  SchafF,  and  the  Rev.  Dr.  Ray  Palmer.  Several  beautiful 
hymns  of  Dr.  Palmer's  are  given  to  the  Church  in  this  book,  for  the  first  time. 
But  peculiarly  are  thanks  due  to  the  Rev.  Dr.  Zachary  Eddy,  with  whom  the 
project  of  the  book  originated.  From  the  beginning  to  the  end  of  the  arduous 
although  pleasant  work  of  its  preparation,  he  has  been  unsparing  in  wise  counsel 
and  indefatigable  labor.  The  musical  part  of  the  book,  except  a  portion  of  the 
chants,  has  been  arranged  and  edited  by  Mr.  U.  C.  Burnap,  and  will  be  found 
to  contain  not  only  tunes  deservedly  popular,  but  also  much  music  of  great  merit 
dear  to  the  Church  of  God  in  earlier  times,  and  by  this  book  brought  within  the 
reach  of  the  Church  in  America.  With  humble  prayer  that  it  may  be  accepted 
of  God  and  may  be  serviceable  to  His  Church,  the  book  is  sent  forth. 

JOHN  B.  THOMPSON, 
ASHBEL  G.  VERMILYE, 
ALEX,  R.  THOMPSON. 

New  York,  May,  1869. 


OPENING  SENTENCES. 


i. 

The  Lord  is  in  His  holy  temple  : 

Let  all  the  earth  keep  silence  before  Him. 

II. 

Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord  for  ever  and  ever : 
Blessed  be  Thy  glorious  Name  ! 
Thou,  even  Thou  art  Lord  alone  : 
The  host  of  heaven  worshippeth  Thee. 

III. 

Give  unto  the  Lord  the  glory  due  unto  His  Name  : 
Bring  an  offering  and  come  before  Him  : 
Worship  the  Lord  in  the  beauty  of  holiness : 
Fear  before  Him  all  the  earth. 

IV. 

The  sacrifices  of  God  are  a  broken  spirit : 

A  broken  and  a  contrite  heart,  O  God,  Thou  wilt  not  despise. 

V. 

Thus  saith  the  High  and  Lofty  One  that  inhabiteth  eternity  : 

Whose  Name  is  Holy  : 

I  dwell  in  the  high  and  holy  place  ; 

With  Him  also  that  is  of  a  contrite  and  humble  spirit, 

To  revive  the  spirit  of  the  humble, 

And  to  revive  the  heart  of  the  contrite  ones. 

VI. 

Offer  unto  God  thanksgiving, 

And  pay  thy  vows  unto  the  Most  High. 

VII. 

Show  us  Thy  mercy,  O  Lord  : 
And  grant  us  Thy  salvation. 
Lord,  hear  our  prayer, 
And  let  our  cry  come  unto  Thee. 

VIII. 

Our  help  is  in  the  name  of  the  Lord, 
Which  made  heaven  and  earth. 


THE  LORD'S  PRAYER. 


Our  Father  who  art  in  heaven  : 
Hallowed  be  Thy  name. 
Thy  kingdom  come. 

Thy  will  be  done  on  earth,  as  it  is  in  heaven. 

Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread. 

And  forgive  us  our  debts,  as  we  forgive  our  debtors. 

And  lead  us  not  into  temptation,  but  deliver  us  from  evil. 

For  Thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  power,  and  the  glory,  forever.  Amen. 


THE  CREED. 

I  believe  in  God  the  Father  Almighty,  Maker  of  heaven  and  earth : 

And  in  Jesus  Christ,  His  only  Son  our  Lord  ; 
Who  was  conceived  by  the  Holy  Ghost,  born  of  the  Virgin  Mary  ; 
Suffered  under  Pontius  Pilate,  was  crucified,  dead  and  buried  \  He  descended 
into  hell ; 

The  third  clay  He  rose  again  from  the  dead  ; 

He  ascended  into  heaven,  and  sitteth  at  the  right  hand  of  God  the  Father 
Almighty ; 

From  thence  He  shall  come  to  judge  the  quick  and  the  dead, 
I  believe  in  the  Holy  Ghost : 

The  holy  Catholic  Church  ;  the  communion  of  saints  : 
The  forgiveness  of  sins  : 
The  resurrection  of  the  body  : 
And  the  life  everlasting.  Amen. 


THE  LAW  OF  GOD, 


AS  IT  IS  WRITTEN  IN  THE  TWENTIETH  CHAPTER  OF  THE  BOOK  OF  EXODUS. 

God  spake  all  these  words,  saying,  I  am  the  Lord  thy  God,  which  have  brought 
thee  out  of  the  land  of  Egypt,  out  of  the  house  of  bondage. 

I.  — Thou  shalt  have  no  other  gods  before  Me. 

II.  — Thou  shalt  not  make  unto  thee  any  graven  image,  or  any  likeness  of  any 
thing  that  is  in  heaven  above,  or  that  is  in  the  earth  beneath,  or  that  is  in  the 
water  under  the  earth  :  thou  shalt  not  bow  down  thyself  to  them,  nor  serve  them  : 
for  I  the  Lord  thy  God  am  a  jealous  God,  visiting  the  iniquity  of  the  fathers  upon 
the  children  unto  the  third  and  fourth  generation  of  them  that  hate  me ;  and 
showing  mercy  unto  thousands  of  them  that  love  Me,  and  keep  My  command- 
ments. 

HI.— Thou  shalt  not  take  the  Name  of  the  Lord  thy  God  in  vain ;  for  the 
Lord  will  not  hold  him  guiltless  that  taketh  His  Name  in  vain. 

IV  —Remember  the  Sabbath-day  to  keep  it  holy.  Six  days  shalt  thou  labor, 
and  do  all  thy  work :  but  the  seventh  day  is  the  Sabbath  of  the  Lord  thy  God :  m 
it  thou  shalt  not  do  any  work,  thou,  nor  thy  son,  nor  thy  daughter,  thy  man-servant, 
nor  thy  maid-servant,  nor  thy  cattle,  nor  thy  stranger  that  is  within  thy  gates  :  for 
in  six  days  the  Lord  made  heaven  and  earth,  the  sea,  and  all  that  m  them  is  and 
rested,  the  seventh  day:  wherefore  the  Lord  blessed  the  Sabbath-day,  and  hal- 

lowed  it.  , 

V.  — Honor  thy  father  and  thy  mother :  that  thy  days  may  be  long  upon  the 

land  wnich  the  Lord  thy  God  giveth  thee. 

VI.  — Thou  shalt  not  kill. 

VII.  — Thou  shalt  not  commit  adultery. 
VHI —Thou  shalt  not  steal. 

IX.  — Thou  shalt  not  bear  false  witness  against  thy  neighbor. 

X.  — Thou  shalt  not  covet  thy  neighbor's  house,  thou  shalt  not  covet  thy  neigh- 
bor's wife,  nor  his  man-servant,  nor  his  maid-servant,  nor  his  ox,  nor  his  ass,  nor 
any  thing  that  is  thy  neighbor's. 

THE  SUMMARY  OF  THE  LAW  BY  OUR  LORD  JESUS  CHRIST. 

St.  Matthew  22  :  37~4°- 

Thou  shalt  love  the  Lord  thy  God  with  all  thy  heart,  and  with  all  thy  soul,  and 
with  all  thy  mind.  This  is  the  first  and  great  commandment.  And  the  second  is 
like  unto  it,  Thou  shalt  love  thy  neighbor  as  thyself.  On  these  two  command- 
ments hang  all  the  law  and  the  prophets. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH 


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Early  in  the  morning  our  song  shall  rise  to  Thee : 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  merciful  and  mighty; 
God  in  Three  Persons,  Blessed  Trinity! 

2  Holy,  Holy,  Holy!  all  the  saints  adore  Thee, 

Casting  down  their  golden  crowns  around  the  glassy  sea, 
Cherubim  and  seraphim  falling  down  before  Thee, 
Which  wert,  and  art,  and  evermore  shalt  be. 

3  Holy,  Holy,  Holy !  though  the  darkness  hide  Thee, 

Though  the  eye  of  sinful  man  Thy  glory  may  not  see, 
Only  Thou  art  Holy;  there  is  none  beside  Thee 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love,  and  purity. 

4  Holy,  Holy,  Holy !  Lord  God  Almighty ! 

All  Thy  works  shall  praise  Thy  Name,  in  earth,  and  sky,  and  sea 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy !  merciful  and  mighty ; 

God  in  Three  Persons,  Blessed  Trinity !  Amen. 


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The  children  of  Thy  grace, 

A  new-born  and  believing  seed, 

Through  this  wide  wilderness  ; 

Thy  providential  care 

In  dangers  past  we  own ; 
Still  let  Thine  arm  be  ever  near, 

Still  let  Thy  love  be  shown. 

2  O  Saviour,  Lamb  of  God ! 
Our  gracious,  dying  Friend! 

Reveal  the  virtue  of  Thy  blood, 

On  us  Thy  mercy  send  : 

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With  voice  and  person  sweet; 
Bestow  on  us  a  loving  mind, 

And  keep  us  at  Thy  feet. 

3  Thou,  Holy  Spirit,  art 

Of  truth  the  promised  Seal ; 
Convincing  power  Thou  dost  impart, 

And  Jesus'  grace  reveal  ; 

Oh  breathe  Thy  quickening  breath, 

And  light  and  life  afford; 
Instruct  us  how  to  live  by  faith, 

And  glorify  the  Lord. 


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1  We  give  immortal  praise 

For  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  our  comforts  here, 

And  better  hopes  above: 
He  sent  His  own  eternal  Son 
To  die  for  sins  that  we  had  done. 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 

Immortal  glory  too ; 
Who  bought  us  with  His  blood 

From  everlasting  woe : 
And  now  He  lives  and  now  He  reigns, 
And  sees  the  fruit  of  all  His  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 

Immortal  worship  give, 
Whose  new-creating  power 

Makes  the  dead  sinner  live: 
His  work  completes  the  great  design, 
And  fills  the  soul  with  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God,  to  Thee. 

Be  endless  honors  done, 
The  undivided  Three, 

The  great  and  glorious  One: 
Where  reason  fails,  with  all  her  powers, 
There  faith  prevails  and  love  adores. 


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1  Round  the  Lord  in  glory  seated, 

Cherubim  and  seraphim 
Filled  His  temple  and  repeated 
Each  to  each  the  alternate  hymn: 

2  "  Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven, 

Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored ; 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord!" 

3  Heaven  is  still  with  glory  ringing; 

Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 
"  Holy,  Holy,  Holy,7'  singing, 

"Lord  of  Hosts,  the  Lord  most  High." 

4.  With  His  seraph  train  before  Him, 
With  His  holy  Church  below, 
Thus  conspire  we  to  adore  Him, 
Bid  we  thus  our  anthem  flow: 

5  "Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven, 
Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored : 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord!" 


DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  the  Father,  earth  and  heaven, 
Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise, 

As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 
Glory  through  eternal  days. 


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In  every  time  and  place, 
Glory  to  our  heavenly  King, 

The  God  of  truth  and  grace: 
Join  we  then  with  sweet  accord, 

All  in  one  thanksgiving  join  ; 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord, 

Eternal  praise  be  Thine. 

2  Thee,  the  first-born  sons  of  light, 

In  choral  symphonies, 
Praise  by  day,  day  without  night, 

And  never,  never  cease; 
Angels  and  archangels,  all 

Praise  the  mystic  Three  in  One; 
Sing,  and  stop,  and  gaze,  and  fall 

O'erwhelmed  before  Thy  throne. 

3  Father,  God,  Thy  love  we  praise, 

Which  gave  Thy  Son  to  die; 
Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 

Alike  we  glorify ; 
Spirit,  Comforter  divine, 

Praise  by  all  to  Thee  be  given, 
Till  we  in  full  chorus  join, 

And  earth  is  turned  to  heaven. 


1  Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord 

God  of  Hosts,  Eternal  King, 
By  the  heavens  and  earth  adored  • 

Angels  and  archangels  sing, 
Chanting  everlastingly, 

To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

2  Since  by  Thee  were  all  things  made, 

And  in  Thee  do  all  things  live, 
Be  to  Thee  all  honor  paid  ; 

Praise  to  Thee  let  all  things  give, 
Singing  everlastingly, 

To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

3  Thousands,  tens  of  thousands,  stand, 

Spirits  blest,  before  the  throne, 
Speeding  thence  at  Thy  command, 

And  when  Thy  commands  are  done, 
Singing  everlastingly, 

To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 


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Veil  their  faces  with  their  wings  ; 
Eyes  of  angels  are  too  dim 

To  behold  the  King  of  kings, 
While  they  sing  eternally, 
To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

5  Thee,  Apostles  ;  Prophets,  Thee  ; 

Thee,  the  noble  Martyr  band, 
Praise  with  solemn  jubilee  ; 

Thee,  the  Church  in  every  land, 
Singing  everlastingly, 

To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

6  Hallelujah  !  Lord,  to  Thee, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ; 
Godhead  One,  and  Persons  Three  ; 

Join  with  us  the  heavenly  host, 
Singing  everlastingly, 

To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 


TRINITY. 


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Glory  be  to  God  the  Father ! 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Son  ! 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit  £ 
Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One  : 

Glory,  Glory, 
While  eternal  ages  run  ! 
Glory  be  to  Him  who  loved  us, 

Washed  us  from  each  spot  and  stain • 
Glory  be  to  Him  who  bought  us, 
Made  us  kings  with  Him  to  reign : 

Glory,  Glory, 
To  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain  ! 
Glory  to  the  King  of  angels ! 

Glory  to  the  Church's  King  ! 
Glory  to  the  King  of  nations  ! 

Heaven  and  earth  your  praises  bring: 

Glory,  Glory, 
To  the  King  of  glory  bring  ! 
Glory,  blessing,  praise  eternal ! 

Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sings ; 
Honor,  riches,  power,  dominion  ! 
Thus  its  praise  creation  brings  : 

Glory,  Glory, 
Glory  to  the  King  of  kings  ! 

Psalm  148. 

Praise  the  Lord  !   ye  heavens,  adore 
Him  ; 

Praise  Him,  angels  in  the  height ; 
Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  Him  ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  stars  of  light ! 


2  Praise  the  Lord — for  He  hath  spoken  ; 

Worlds  His  mighty  voice  obeyed  ; 
Laws  which  never  shall  be  broken, 
For  their  guidance  He  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord — for  He  is  glorious  ; 

Never  ,shall  His  promise  fail ; 
God  hath  made  His  saints  victorious, 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation  ; 

Hosts  on  high,  His  power  proclaim  ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Laud  and  magnify  His  Name  ! 


1  Blest  be  Thou,  O  God  of  Israel, 

Thou,  our  Father,  and  our  Lord  ; 
Blest  Thy  majesty  forever, 
Ever  be  Thy  name  adored  ! 

2  Thine,  O  Lord,  are  power  and  greatness ; 

Glory,  victory,  are  Thine  own  ; 
All  is  Thine  in  earth  and  heaven ; 
Over  all  Thy  boundless  throne. 

3  Riches  come  of  Thee  and  honor  , 

Power  and  might  to  Thee  belong  \ 
Thine  it  is  to  make  us  prosper, 
Only  Thine  to  make  us  strong. 

4  Lord,  to  Thee,  Thou  God  of  mercy, 

Hymns  of  gratitude  we  raise  ; 
To  Thy  name,  forever  glorious, 
Ever  we  address  our  praise. 


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i  The  God  of  Abraham  praise, 
Who  reigns  enthroned  above, 

Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 
And  God  of  Love  ! 
Jehovah  !  Great  I  AM  ! 
By  earth  and  heaven  confest ; 

1  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  Name, 

Forever  blest ! 

2  The  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
The  great  archangels  sing, 

And,  "  Holy,  Holy,  Holy,"  cry, 
"Almighty  King! 
Who  was,  and  is,  the  same, 
And  evermore  shall  be  !" 
Jehovah  !  Father  !  Great  I  AM  ! 
We  worship  Thee  ! 

3  Before  the  Saviour's  face 
The  ransomed  nations  bow, 

O'erwhelmed  at  His  Almighty  grace, 
Forever  new : 
He  shows  His  prints  of  love  ; 
They  kindle  to  a  flame, 
And  sound,  through  all  the  worlds  above, 
The  slaughtered  Lamb  1 


4  The  whole  triumphant  host 
Give  thanks  to  God  on  high  ; 

"  Hail  !  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 
They  ever  cry  : 
Hail !  Abraham's  God,  and  mine  ! 
I  join  the  heavenly  lays  ; 
All  might  and  majesty  are  Thine, 
And  endless  praise  ! 

5  The  God  of  Abraham  praise, 
At  whose  supreme  command 

From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 
At  His  right  hand  : 
I  all  on  earth  forsake, 
Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  power ; 
And  Him  my  only  portion  make, 
My  shield  and  tower. 

6  He  by  Himself  hath  sworn  ; 
I  on  His  oath  depend  ; 

I  shall,  on  angel  wings  upborne, 

To  heaven  ascend  : 

I  shall  behold  His  face, 

I  shall  His  power  adore, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  His  grace 
Forever  more. 


TRINITY. 


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ITALIAN  HYMN. 

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1  Come,  Thou  Almighty  King, 
Help  us  Thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise  : 
Father  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  Days  ! 

2  Come,  Thou  Incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  Thy  mighty  sword  ; 

Our  prayer  attend  ! 
Come,  and  Thy  people  bless, 
And  give  Thy  word  success  : 
Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend ! 

3  Come,  Holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour  ! 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power  ! 

4  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore  ! 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 


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1  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
Let  heaven  and  earth  reply, 

Praise  ye  His  name  ! 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore  ; 
And  sing  for  evermore, 

Worthy  the  Lamb  ! 

2  All  they  around  the  throne, 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  His  name  : 
We,  who  have  felt  His  blood 
Sealing  our  peace  with  God, 
Sound  His  dear  name  abroad, 

Worthy  the  Lamb ! 

3  Join,  all  ye  ransomed  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless  ; 

Praise  ye  His  name  : 
In  Him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 

Worthy  the  Lamb  ! 

4  What  though  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  we  shall  never  cease 

Praising  His  name  : 
To  Him  our  songs  we  bring, 
Hail  Him  our  gracious  King, 
And  without  ceasing  sing, 

Worthy  the  Lamb ! 


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1  Great  One  in  Three,  great  Three  in 

One, 

Thy  wondrous  name  we  sound  abroad  ; 
Prostrate  we  fall  before  Thy  throne, 
O  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord ! 

2  Thee,  Holy  Father,  we  confess  ; 
Thee,  Holy  Saviour,  we  adore ; 
And  Thee,  O  Holy  Ghost,  we  bless 
And  praise  and  worship  evermore. 

3  Thou  art  by  heaven  and  earth  adored ; 
Thy  universe  is  full  of  Thee, 

O  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord ! 
Great  Three  in  One,  great  One  in 
Three ! 

I^.  Psalm  57- 

1  Be  Thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 
Above    the    heavens    where  angels 

dwell ; 

Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad ; 
Let  land  to  land  Thy  wonders  tell. 

2  My  heart  is  fixed,  my  song  shall  raise 
Immortal  honors  to  Thy  name : 
Awake,  my  tongue,    to   sound  His 

praise, 

My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

3  High  o'er  the  earth  His  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky  j 

His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 


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4  Be  Thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 
Above    the    heavens  where 
dwell ; 

Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  Thy  wonders  tell. 


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Psalm  100. 


Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create,  and  He  destroy. 

His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men ; 
And  when,  like  wandering  sheep,  we 
strayed, 

He  brought  us  to  His  fold  again. 

We  are  His  people,  we  His  care — 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  Thy  name  ? 

We'll  crowd  Thy  gates,  with  thankful 
songs ; 

High  as  the  heaven,  our  voices  raise  ; 
And   earth,  with  her   ten  thousand 
tongues, 

Shall  fill  Thy  courts  with  sounding 
praise. 

Wide  as  the  world  is  Thy  command ; 
Vast  as  eternity  Thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  Thy  truth  shall  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 


MAKER    OF    HEAVEN    AN  D  EARTH. 


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I  6  Psalm  148. 

1  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

From  distant  worlds  where  creatures 
dwell ! 

Let  heaven  begin  the  solemn  word, 
And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

2  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue 
When  nature  all  around  you  sings? 
Oh  for  a  shout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  swains  and  lofty  kings  ! 

3  Wide  as  His  vast  dominion  lies, 
Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known ; 
Loud  as  His  thunder  shout  His  praise, 
And  sound  it  lofty  as  His  throne. 

4  Jehovah !  'tis  a  glorious  word  ! 
Oh,  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue  ; 
But  saints  who  best  have  known  the 

Lord, 

Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 


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Psalm  138. 


With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue, 
I'll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song ; 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise, 
Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise. 

To  God  I  cried  when  troubles  rose ; 
He  heard  me,  and  subdued  my  foes : 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 
And  strength  diffused  through  all  my 
soul. 


3  Amid  a  thousand  snares,  I  stand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  Thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

4  I'll  sing  Thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
I'll  sing  the  wonders  of  Thy  word ; 
Not  all  Thy  works  and  names  below 
So  much  Thy  power  and  glory  show. 


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Psalm  100. 


1  All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell, 
Sing    to    the    Lord    with  cheerful 

voice ; 

Him  serve  with  mirth,  His  praise  forth 
tell ; 

Come  ye  before  Him  and  rejoice. 

2  The  Lord,  ye  know,  is  God  indeed ; 
Without  our  aid  He  did  us  make ; 
We  are  His  flock,  He  doth  us  feed ; 
And  for  His  sheep,  He  doth  us  take. 

3  O  enter  then  His  gates  with  praise ; 
Approach  with  joy  His  courts  unto  ; 
Praise,  laud,  and   bless   His  name 

always; 
For  it  is  seemly  so  to  do. 

4  For  why,  the  Lord  our  God  is  good ; 
His  mercy  is  forever  sure  ; 

His  truth  at  all  times  firmly  stood, 
And  shall  from  age  to  age  endure. 


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1  Praise  the  Lord  of  Heaven, 

Praise  Him  in  the  height, 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  angels, 

Praise  Him,  stars  of  light ; 
Praise  Him,  skies  and  waters, 

Which  above  the  skies 
When  His  word  commanded, 

Did  established  rise. 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  ye  fountains 

Of  the  deeps  and  seas, 
Rocks  and  hills  and  mountains, 

Cedars,  and  all  trees ; 
Praise  Him,  clouds  and  vapors, 

Snow  and  hail,  and  fire, 
Stormy  wind  fulfilling 

Only  His  desire. 

3  Praise  Him,  fowls  and  cattle, 

Princes  and  all  Kings ; 
Praise  Him,  men  and  maidens, 

All  created  things : 
For  the  name  of  God  is 

Excellent  alone 
Over  earth  His  footstool, 

Over  heaven  His  throne. 


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1  I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  ;  He  made  the  sky, 
And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train : 
His  truth  forever  stands  secure  ; 

He  saves  the  opprest,  He  feeds  the 
poor, 

And  none  shall  find  His  promise  vain. 

3  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  • 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind  ; 
He   sends   the  laboring  conscience 

peace  : 

He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 

The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

4  I'll  praise  Him  while  He  lends  me 

breath ; 

And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 


My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2  I  Psalm  19. 

1  Great  God,  the  heaven's  well-ordered 

frame 

Declares  the  glories  of  Thy  Name  ; 
There  Thy  rich  works  of  wonder  shine : 
A  thousand  starry  beauties  there, 
A  thousand  radiant  marks  appear, 
Of  boundless  power  and  skill  divine. 

2  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light 
Lectures  of  heavenly  wisdom  read ; 
With  silent  eloquence  they  raise 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praise, 
And  neither  sound  nor  language  need. 

3  Yet  their  divine  instructions  run 
Far  as  the  journeys  of  the  sun, 
And  every  nation  knows  their  voice ; 
The  sun,  like  some  young  bridegroom 

drest, 

Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  east, 
Rolls  round  and  makes  the  earth  re- 
joice. 


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Hallelujah  !  Praise  the  Lord, 

In  the  heights  of  glory ; 
Hosts  of  heaven,  with  one  accord, 

Shout  the  joyful  story ; 
Praise  Him  for  His  mighty  deeds, 
Praise  ye  Him  whose  grace  exceeds 
All  that  heaven  in  songs  concedes ; 

Worlds  of  bliss,  His  praise  record. 

Praise  Him  with  the  trumpet's  tongue, 

Far  and  wide  resounding; 
Praise  Him  with  the  harp  well-strung, 

While  your  hearts  are  bounding ; 
Praise  Him  with  the  sweet-toned  lyre  : 
Let  His  praise  the  lute  inspire ; 
Praise  Him  in  a  mighty  choir; 

Let  His  praise  be  loudly  sung. 

Praise  Him  with  the  viol's  strings, 

Waking  joyous  feeling; 
While  the  vault  of  glory  rings 

With  the  organ's  pealing  ; 
Let  the  cymbals  ring  His  praise ; 
Wake  the  clarion's  grandest  lays; 
Praise  the  Lord  through  endless  days : 

Lo !  His  praise  creation  sings. 


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1  O  worship  the  King,  all  glorious  above, 
O  gratefully  sing  His  power  and  His  love  ; 
Our  Shield  and  Defender,  the  Ancient  of  days, 
Pavilioned  in  splendor  and  girded  with  praise. 

2  O  tell  of  His  might,  O  sing  of  His  grace, 
Whose  robe  is  the  light,  whose  canopy  space ; 
His  chariots  of  wrath  deep  thunder  clouds  form, 
And  dark  is  His  path  on  the  wings  of  the  storm. 

3  The  earth,  with  its  store  of  wonders  untold, 
Almighty,  Thy  power  hath  founded  of  old, 
Hath  stablished  it  fast  by  a  changeless  decree, 
And  round  it  hath  cast,  like  a  mantle,  the  sea. 

4  Thy  bountiful  care  what  tongue  can  recite  ? 
It  breathes  in  the  air,  it  shines  in  the  light, 

It  streams  from  the  hills,  it  descends  to  the  plain, 
And  sweetly  distils  in  the  dew  and  the  rain. 

5  Frail  children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as  frail, 
In  Thee  do  we  trust,  nor  find  Thee  to  fail : 
Thy  mercies  how  tender,  how  firm  to  the  end, 
Our  Maker,  Defender,  Redeemer,  and  Friend ! 

6  O  measureless  Might,  ineffable  Love  ! 
While  angels  delight  to  hymn  Thee  above, 
The  humbler  creation,  though  feeble  their  lays, 
With  true  adoration  shall  lisp  to  Thy  praise. 

2zJ.  The  Lord's  Prayer. 

1  Our  Father  in  heaven,  we  hallow  Thy  Name  : 
May  Thy  kingdom  holy  on  earth  be  the  same  : 
O  give  to  us  daily  our  portion  of  bread  : 

It  is  from  Thy  bounty  that  all  must  be  fed. 

2  Forgive  our  transgressions,  and  teach  us  to  know 
That  humble  compassion  which  pardons  each  foe ; 
Keep  us  from  temptation,  from  evil  and  sin, 

And  Thine  be  the  glory,  forever !   Amen  ! 


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1  O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 

2  When  I  survey  the  stars, 

And  all  their  shining  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthless  thing, 
Akin  to  dust  and  worms  ? 

3  Lord,  what  is  worthless  man, 

That  Thou  shouldst  love  him  so  ? 
Next  to  Thine  angels  is  he  placed, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

4  How  rich  Thy  bounties  are  ! 

How  wondrous  are  Thy  ways  ! 
Of  dust  and  worms  Thy  power  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praise. 

5  O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 

2  6  Psalm  io3- 

1  Oh  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

His  grace  to  thee  proclaim ; 
And  all  that  is  within  me  join 
To  bless  His  holy  name. 

2  Oh  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

His  mercies  bear  in  mind  ; 
Forget  not  all  His  benefits  ; 
The  Lord  to  thee  is  kind. 


3  He  will  not  always  chide, 

He  will  with  patience  wait ; 
His  wrath  is  ever  slow  to  rise, 
And  ready  to  abate. 

4  He  pardons  all  thy  sins  ; 

Prolongs  thy  feeble  breath  ; 
He  healeth  thy  infirmities, 

And  ransoms  thee  from  death. 

5  Then  bless  His  holy  name, 

Whose  grace  hath  made  thee  whole, 
Whose    loving-kindness    crowns  thy 
days ; 

Oh  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

2  y  Psalm  103. 

1  My  soul,  repeat  His  praise 

Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide  ; 

And  when  His  wrath  is  felt, 
His  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  His  power  subdues  our  sins, 

And  His  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

4  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  His  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 


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1  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

Ye  people  of  His  choice  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

2  Oh  for  a  living  flame, 

From  His  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire, 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought ! 

3  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  His  salvation  ours  ; 
Then  be  His  love  in  Christ  proclaimed, 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

4  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  your  God  adore  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  His  glorious  name, 
Henceforth  for  evermore. 

29  Psalm  95. 

1  Come,  sound  His  praise  abroad, 

And  hymns  of  glory  sing  ! 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown  ; 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  His  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  His  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  His  work,  and  not  our  own ; 
He  formed  us  by  His  word. 


4  To-day  attend  His  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  His  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  His  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

^  O  Psalm  99. 

1  The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  ; 

Let  all  the  nations  fear ; 
Let  sinners  tremble  at  His  throne, 
And  saints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns ; 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 
Bright  cherubs  His  attendants  stand, 
And  swift  fulfil  His  word. 

3  In  Zion  is  His  throne  ; 

His  honors  are  divine  ; 
His  church  shall  make  His  wonders 
known, 
For  there  His  glories  shine. 

4  How  holy  is  His  name  ! 

How  terrible  His  praise  ! 
Justice,  and  truth,  and  judgment  join,. 
In  all  His  works  of  grace. 

^  I  Psalm  117. 

1  Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord, 

Shall  sound  through  distant  lands ; 
Great  is  Thy  grace  and  sure  Thy  word ; 
Thy  truth  forever  stands. 

2  Far  be  Thine  honor  spread, 

And  long  Thy  praise  endure, 
Till  morning  light  and  evening  shade 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 


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i  Oh  great  is  Jehovah,  and  great  be  His 
praise ; 

In  the  city  of  God  He  is  King : 
Proclaim  ye  His  triumphs  in  jubilant 
lays  ; 

On  the  mount  of  His  holiness  sing. 

3  The  joy  of  the  earth,  from  her  beauti- 
ful height, 
Is  Zion's  impregnable  hill ; 
The  Lord  in  her  temple  still  taketh 
delight ; 
God  reigns  in  her  palaces  still. 

3  Go,  walk  about  Zion,  and  measure  the 
length,  [well ; 

Her  walls  and  her  bulwarks,  mark 
Contemplate  her  palaces,  glorious  in 
strength, 
Her  towers  and  her  pinnacles  tell. 

4.  Then  say  to  your  children,  —  "Our 
stronghold  is  tried  ; 
This  God  is  our  God  to  the  end ; 
His  people  forever  His  counsels  shall 
guide, 

His  arm  shall  forever  defend." 


^  3  Psalm  100. 

1  Be  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the 

earth  ; 

O  serve  Him  with  gladness  and  fear; 
Exult  in  His  presence  with  music  and 
mirth, 

With  love  and  devotion  draw  near. 

2  Jehovah  is  God,  and  Jehovah  alone, 

Creator  and  Ruler  o'er  all ; 
And  we  are  His  people,  His  sceptre 
we  own  ; 
His  sheep,  and  we  follow  His  call. 

3  O  enter  His  gates  with  thanksgiving 

and  song, 
Your  vows  in  His  temple  proclaim; 
His  praise  with  melodious  accordance 

prolong, 
And  bless  His  adorable  name. 

4  For  good  is  the  Lord,  inexpressibly 

good, 

And  we  are  the  work  of  His  hand  ; 
His  mercy  and  truth  from  eternity 
stood, 

And  shall  to  eternity  stand. 


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1  Begin,  my  soul,  the  exalted  lay  ; 
Let  each  enraptured  thought  obey, 

And  praise  the  Almighty's  name  : 
Lo  !  heaven  and  earth,  and  seas  and 
skies, 

In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 
To  swell  the  inspiring  theme. 

2  Ye  angels,  catch  the  thrilling  sound, 
While  all  the  adoring  throngs  around, 

His  boundless  mercy  sing  : 
Let  every  listening  saint  above 
Wake  all  the  tuneful  soul  of  love, 

And  touch  the  sweetest  string. 


Let  every  element  rejoice  ; 

Ye  thunders,  burst  with  awful  voice 

To  Him  who  bids  you  roll : 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air, 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 

Wake,  all  ye  soaring  throngs,  and  sing ; 
Ye  feathered  warblers  of  the  spring, 

Harmonious  anthems  raise 
To  Him  who  shaped  your  finer  mold, 
WTho  tipped  your  glittering  wings  with 
gold, 

And  tuned  your  voice  to  praise. 


5  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  swayed, 
Let  man,  in  God's  own  image  made, 

His  breath  in  praise  employ  ; 
Spread  wide  his  Maker's  name  around, 
While  heaven's  broad  arch  rings  back  the  sound, 

The  song  of  holy  joy  ! 


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praise ; 

How  bright  on  high  its  glories  blaze  ! 

How  sweetly  bloom  below  ! 
It  streams  from  Thy  eternal  throne  ; 
Through  heaven  its  joys  forever  run, 

And  o'er  the  earth  they  flow. 

2  'Tis  love  that  paints  the  purple  morn, 
And  bids  the  clouds,  in  air  upborne, 

Their  genial  drops  distil ; 
In  every  vernal  beam  it  glows, 
It  breathes  in  every  gale  that  blows, 

And  glides  in  every  rill. 


3  It  robes  in  cheerful  green  the  ground, 
And  pours  its  flowery  beauties  round, 

Whose  sweets  perfume  the  gale  ; 
Its  bounties  richly  spread  the  plain, 
The  blushing  fruit,  the  golden  grain, 

And  smile  in  every  vale. 

4  But  in  Thy  word,  I  see  it  shine 
With  grace  and  glories  more  divine, 

Proclaiming  sin  forgiven  ; 
There  Faith,  bright  cherub,  points  the 
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To  realms  of  everlasting  day, 
And  opens  all  her  heaven. 


5  Then  let  the  love  that  makes  me  blest 
With  cheerful  praise  inspire  my  breast, 

And  ardent  gratitude  ; 
And  all  my  thoughts  and  passions  tend 
To  Thee,  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 

My  soul's  eternal  good  ! 


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1  Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  He  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born  ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  Pie 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  ; 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No,  the  Church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death  ; 
Then,  amid  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 


^  /  PsaIm  x48- 

1  Heralds  of  creation  !  cry, — 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high; 
Heaven  and  earth,  obey  the  call, 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  of  all. 

2  For  He  spake,  and  forth  from  night, 
Sprang  the  universe  to  light ; 

He  commanded, — nature  heard, 
And  stood  fast  upon  His  word. 

3  Praise  Him,  all  ye  hosts  above ; 
Spirits  perfected  in  love  ; 

Sun  and  moon,  your  voices  raise  ; 
Sing,  ye  stars,  your  Maker's  praise. 

4  Earth,  from  all  thy  depths  below, 
Ocean's  hallelujahs  flow  ; 
Lightning,  vapor,  wind,  and  storm, 
Hail  and  snow,  His  will  perform. 

5  Birds,  on  wings  of  rapture  soar, 
Warble  at  His  temple-door ; 
Joyful  sounds  from  herds  and  flocks, 
Echo  back,  ye  caves  and  rocks. 

6  High  above  all  height,  Plis  throne  ; 
Excellent  His  name  alone  ; 

Him  let  all  His  works  confess, 
Him  let  all  His  children  bless. 


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r  Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
God,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky ; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiven, 
Man,  the  well-beloved  of  Heaven. 

2  Sovereign  Father,  heavenly  King, 
Thee  we  now  presume  to  sing  ; 
Glad,  Thine  attributes  confess, 
Glorious  all,  and  numberless. 

3  Hail,  by  all  Thy  works  adored  ! 
Hail,  the  everlasting  Lord  ! 

Thee,  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove 
Lord  of  power,  and  God  of  love. 

4  Christ  our  Lord  and  God  we  own, 
Christ,  the  Father's  Only  Son ; 
Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain, 
Saviour  of  offending  man. 

5  Bow  Thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow  ; 
Hear,  the  world's  Atonement  Thou  ! 
Jesus,  in  Thy  name  we  pray, 
Take,  O  take  our  sins  away. 

6  Hear,  for  Thou,  O  Christ,  alone 

•  Art  with  Thy  great  Father  One  : 
One,  the  Holy  Ghost  with  Thee  ; 
One  supreme,  eternal  Three. 

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i  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord, 
Be  Thy  glorious  name  adored ; 
Lord,  Thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  celestial  Goodness,  hail  ! 


2  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  Thine  ear, 
Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear  ; 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 
When  around  Thy  throne  we  sing. 

3  There  no  tongue  shall  silent  be  ; 
All  shall  join  in  harmony  ; 

That  through  heaven's  capacious  round 
Praise  to  Thee  may  ever  sound. 

4  Lord,  Thy  mercies  never  fail  ; 
Hail,  celestial  Goodness,  hail ! 
Holy,  Hoi}-,  Holy  Lord, 

Be  Thy  glorious  name  adored. 

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1  i  Now  may  He  who  from  the  dead 

Brought  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Jesus  Christ,  our  King  and  Head, 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

•  2  May  He  teach  us  to  fulfil 

What  is  pleasing  in  His  sight, 
Perfect  us  in  all  His  will, 

And  preserve  us  day  and  night. 

3  To  that  dear  Redeemer's  praise, 

Who  the  covenant  sealed  with  blood, 
Let  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
Loud  thanksgivings  to  our  God. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  His  love ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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1  The  Lord  is  King  !  lift  up  thy  voice, 
O  earth,  and  all  ye  heavens,  rejoice  ! 
From  world  to  world  the  joy  shall  ring : 
The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King  ! 

2  The  Lord  is  King  !  who  then  shall  dare 
Resist  His  will,  distrust  His  care  ? 
Holy  and  true  are  all  His  ways  : 

Let  every  creature  speak  His  praise. 

3  The  Lord  is  King  !  exalt  your  strains, 
Ye  saints;  your  God,  your  Father  reigns; 
One  Lord,  one  empire,  all  secures  : 
He  reigns, — and  life  and  death  are 

yours. 

4  Oh  when  His  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decay,  His  love  forsake, 
Then  may  His  children  cease  to  sing, — 
The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King ! 

^j_2  Psalm  145. 

1  My  God,  my  King,  Thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  Thine  ear  ; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  Thee. 

3  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  Thy  praise  ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 


4  But  who  can  speak  Thy  wondrous 
deeds  ? 

Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds ; 
Vast  and  unsearchable  Thy  ways  ! 
Vast  and  immortal  be  Thy  praise  I 

4_  ^  Psalm  *46- 

1  God  of  my  life,  through  all  my  days 
My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  Thy 

praise  ; 

The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  care  would  break  my  rest, 
And  grief  would  tear  my  throbbing 

breast, 

Thy  tuneful  praises,  raised  on  high, 
Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  my  powers  of  language  fail, 
Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall 

break, 

And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

\  But,  oh,  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chained  to  flesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies  ! 

;  Soon  shall  I  learn  the  exalted  strains 
Which  echo  o'er  the  heavenly  plains, 
And  emulate,  with  joy  unknown, 
The  glowing  seraphs  round  Thy  throne.. 


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1  Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 

Of  our  eternal  King ; 
Thrice  holy  Lord  !  the  angels  cry  ; 
Thrice  holy  !  let  us  sing. 

2  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind, 

Pay,  O  my  soul,  to  God  ; 
Lift  with  thy  hands  a  holy  heart 
To  His  sublime  abode. 

3  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  His  name 

Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach ; 
A  broken  heart  shall  please  Him  more 
Than  the  best  forms  of  speech. 

4  Thou  holy  God,  preserve  our  souls 

From  all  pollution  free  ; 
The  pure  in  heart  are  Thy  delight ; 
And  they  Thy  face  shall  see. 

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1  Let  them  neglect  Thy  glory,  Lord, 

Who  never  knew  Thy  grace  ; 
But  our  loud  songs  shall  still  record 
The  wonders  of  Thy  praise. 

2  We  raise  our  shouts,  O  God,  to  Thee, 

And  send  them  to  Thy  throne  ; 
All  glory  to  the  united  Three, 
The  undivided  One ! 

3  'T  was  He,  and  we'll  adore  His  name, 

That  formed  us  by  a  word  ; 
'T  is  He  restores  our  ruined  frame  ; 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 


4  Hosanna  !  let  the  earth  and  skies 
Repeat  the  joyful  sound  ; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  tha 
voice 

In  one  eternal  round  ! 


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Te  Deum  laudamus. 

1  O  God,  we  praise  Thee  and  confess 

That  Thou  the  only  Lord 
And  everlasting  Father  art, 
By  all  the  earth  adored. 

2  To  Thee  all  Angels  cry  aloud ; 

To  Thee  the  Powers  on  high, 
Both  Cherubim  and  Seraphim, 
Continually  do  cry : 

3  O  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord, 

Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey, 
The  world  is  with  the  glory  filled 
Of  Thy  majestic  sway. 

4  The  Apostles'  glorious  company, 

And  Prophets  crowned  with  light, 
With  all  the  Martyrs'  noble  host, 
Thy  constant  praise  recite. 

5  The  Holy  Church  throughout  the  world, 

O  Lord,  confesses  Thee, 
That  Thou  the  Eternal  Father  art 

Of  boundless  majesty. 

DOXOLOGY. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore  ; 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 


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1  Almighty  God,  we  praise  and  own 
Thee  our  Creator,  King  alone ; 

All  things  were  made  to  honor  Thee, 
0  Father  of  eternity  ! 

2  To  Thee  all  Angels  loudly  cry  ; 

The  heavens  and  all  the  Powers  on  high, 
Cherubs  and  seraphim,  proclaim, 
And  cry,  Thrice  Holy  to  Thy  name ! 

3  Lord  God  of  hosts,  Thy  presence  bright, 
Fills  heaven  and  earth  with  beauteous 

light; 

The  Apostles'  happy  company, 

And  ancient  Prophets,  all  praise  Thee. 

4  The  crowned  Martyrs'  noble  host, 
The  Holy  Church  in  every  coast, 
Their  Maker  for  their  Father  own, 
Now  reconciled  in  Christ  His  Son. 


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Lo,  God  is  here  ! — let  us  adore, 
And  own  how  dreadful  is  this  place  ; 
Let  all  within  us  feel  His  power, 
And  silent  bow  before  His  face. 
Lo,  God  is  here  ! — Him  day  and  night 
United  choirs  of  angels  sing  ; 
To  Him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 
Let  saints  their  humble  worship  bring. 
Lord  God  of  hosts,  oh,  may  our  praise 
Thy  courts  with  grateful  incense  fill ; 
Still  may  we  stand  before  Thy  face, 
Still  hear  and  do  Thy  sovereign  will. 


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What  secret  place,  what  distant  star, 
Is  like,  dread  Lord,  to  Thine  abode  ? 
Why  dwellest  Thou  from  us  so  far  ? 
We  yearn  for  Thee,  Thou  hidden  God ! 
And  will  the  hidden  God  appear  ? 
We  hail  Thee  in  the  living  Word  ; 
Thy  heavenly  Majesty  draws  near, 
In  Christ,  our  Brother  and  our  Lord 
In  vain  we  seek  for  Thine  abode ; 
And  wilt  Thou  ever  to  us  come  ? 
The  Holy  Ghost,  the  mighty  God, 
Now  makes  our  souls  His  blessed 
home. 

O  Glory  that  no  eye  can  bear ! 
O  Presence  bright,  our  inward  Guest ! 
O  Farthest  off,  O  Ever  near ! 
Most  hidden  and  Most  manifest ! 


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Just  are  Thy  ways,  and  true  Thy 
word, 

Great  Rock  of  my  secure  abode  3 
Who  is  a  God  beside  the  Lord  ? 
Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 
'T  is  He  that  girds  me  with  His  might, 
Gives  me  His  holy  sword  to  wield, 
And  while  with  sin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  His  salvation  for  my  shield. 
He  lives,  and  blessed  be  my  Rock ; 
The  God  of  my  salvation  lives  ; 
The  dark  designs  of  hell  He  broke ; 
Sweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives. 


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BOYLSTON.     S.  M. 


I  Psalm  103. 

1  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  those  that  fear  His  name, 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

2  He  knows  we  are  but  dust 

Scattered  with  every  breath  ; 
His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 

3  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

•  Or  like  the  morning  flower  • 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

4  But  Thy  compassions,  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

^  2  Psalm  36. 

1  When  man  grows  bold  in  sin, 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
Nor  fear  before  His  eyes." 

2  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 

Though  men  renounce  His  fear  ; 
His  justice,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

3  His  truth  transcends  the  sky ; 

In  heaven  His  mercies  dwell ; 
Deep  as  the  sea  His  judgments  lie  ; 
His  anger  burns  to  hell. 


4  How  excellent  His  love, 

Whence  all  our  safety  springs  ! 
Oh,  never  let  my  soul  remove 
From  underneath  His  wings  1 

£j  ^  Psalm  23. 

1  The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 

I  shall  be  well  supplied  ; 
Since  He  is  mine  and  I  am  His, 
What  can  I  want  beside ! 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim  ; 
And  guides  me  in  His  own  right  way, 
For  His  most  holy  name. 

4  While  He  affords  His  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 
Though  I  should  walk  through  death's 
dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there, 

5  In  spite  of  all  my  foes, 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread  ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  Thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days  5 
Nor  from  Thy  house  will  I  remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  Thy  praise. 


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1  The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 

And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  The  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  ; 

4  While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball  ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ! 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
Forever  singing  as  they  shine, — 
"The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

^  ^  Psalm  97. 

i  He  reigns !    the  Lord,  the  Saviour 
reigns ! 

Praise  Him  in  evangelic  strains  : 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  songs  rejoice, 
And  distant  islands  join  their  voice. 


2  Deep  are  His  counsels,  and  unknown  ; 
But  grace  and  truth  support  His  throne ; 
Though  gloomy  clouds  His  ways  sur- 
round, 

Justice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  He  comes, 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the 

tombs ! 

Before  Him  burns  devouring  fire  ; 
The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire  ! 

4  His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay, 

Fly  from  the  sight,  and  shun  the  day  : 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints,  on  high, 
And  sing,  for  your  redemption 's  nigh  I 

^  &  Psalm  106. 

1  O  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love, 
Whose  mercy  firm  through  ages  past 
Hath  stood,  and  shall  forever  last. 

2  Who  can  His  mighty  deeds  express, 
Not  only  vast  but  numberless ! 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise ! 

3  Extend  to  me  that  favor,  Lord, 
Thou  to  Thy  chosen  dost  afford ; 
When  Thou  return'st  to  set  them  free, 
Let  Thy  salvation  visit  me. 

4  O  may  I  worthy  prove  to  see 
Thy  saints  in  full  prosperity, 
That  I  the  joyful  choir  may  join, 
And  count  Thy  people's  triumph  mine. 


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1  Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  ! 
Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy, 

Let  Thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 

2  Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain, 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain, 
Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews, 
Suns  that  temperate  warmth  diffuse  : 

3  All  that  spring  with  bounteous  hand 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land  ; 

All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  overflowing  stores  : 

4  Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise, 
And  when  every  blessing 's  flown, 
Love  Thee  for  Thyself  alone. 


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1  God  eternal,  mighty  King, 
Unto  Thee  our  praise  we  bring  ; 
All  the  earth  doth  worship  Thee ; 
We  amid  the  throng  would  be. 

2  Holy,  Holy,  Holy !  cry 

Angels  round  Thy  throne  on  high 
Lord  of  all  the  heavenly  Powers, 
Be  the  same  loud  anthem  ours. 

3  Glorified  Apostles  raise, 

Night  and  day,  continual  praise  ; 
Hast  not  Thou  a  mission  too 
For  Thy  children  here  to  do  ? 


4  With  the  Prophets'  goodly  line 
We  in  mystic  bond  combine  ; 

■  For  Thou  hast  to  us  revealed 
Things  that  to  the  wise  were  sealed. 

5  Martyrs,  in  a  noble  host, 

Of  the  cross  are  heard  to  boast ; 
Oh  that  we  our  cross  may  bear, 
And  a  crown  of  glory  wear  ! 

6  God  eternal,  mighty  King, 
Unto  Thee  our  praise  we  bring  ; 
To  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One. 

CjQ  Psalm  150. 

1  Praise  the  Lord,  His  glories  show, 
Saints  within  His  courts  below, 
Angels  round  His  throne  above, 
All  that  see  and  share  His  love. 

2.  Earth  to  heaven,  and  heaven  to  earth, 
Tell  His  wonders,  sing  His  worth  ; 
Age  to  age,  and  shore  to  shore, 
Praise  Him,  praise  Him,  evermore  ! 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  His  mercies  trace  ; 
Praise  His  providence  and  grace, 
All  that  He  for  man  hath  done, 

All  He  sends  us  through  His  Son. 

4  Strings  and  voices,  hands  and  hearts, 
In  the  concert  bear  your  parts  ; 

All  that  breathe,  your  Lord  adore, 
Praise  Him,  praise  Him,  evermore  ! 


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1  Sweet  is  the  memory  of  Thy  grace, 

My  God,  my  heavenly  King ; 
Let  age  to  age  Thy  righteousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies  ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  His  bounty 
shines, 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  Thy  creatures  wait 

On  Thee  for  daily  food  ; 
Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouth  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  Thy  compassions,  Lord ! 

How  slow  Thine  anger  moves  ! 
But  soon  He  sends  His  pardoning  word 
To  cheer  the  souls  He  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race, 

Thy  power  and  praise  proclaim  ; 
But  saints  that  taste  Thy  richer  grace 
Delight  to  bless  Thy  Name. 

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1  Thy  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess, 

Thy  goodness  we  adore  ; 
A  spring  whose  blessings  never  fail, 
A  sea  without  a  shore  ! 

2  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  Thy  love  attest 

In  every  golden  ray  ; 
Love  draws  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
And  love  brings  back  the  day. 


3  Thy  bounty  every  season  crowns 

With  all  the  bliss  it  yields, 
With  joyful  clusters  loads  the  vines, 
With  strengthening  grain,  the  fields. 

4  But  chiefly  Thy  compassion,  Lord, 

Is  in  the  gospel  seen  ; 
There,  like  a  sun,  Thy  mercy  shines 
Without  a  cloud  between. 

5  Pardon,  acceptance,  peace,  and  joy, 

Through  Jesus'  name  are  given  * 
He  on  the  cross  was  lifted  high 
That  we  might  reign  in  heaven. 

6  2  Psalm  23. 

1  The  Lord's  my  Shepherd,  I'll  not  want; 

He  makes  me  down  to  lie 
In  pastures  green  ;  He  leadeth  me 
The  quiet  waters  by. 

2  My  soul  He  doth  restore  again  ; 

And  me  to  walk  doth  make 
Within  the  paths  of  righteousness, 
Even  for  His  own  Name's  sake. 

3  Yea,  though  I  walk  in  death's  dark  vale, 

Yet  will  I  fear  none  ill  • 
For  Thou  art  with  me,  and  Thy  rod 
And  staff  me  comfort  still. 

4  My  table  Thou  hast  furnished 

In  presence  of  my  foes  ; 
My  head  Thou  dost  with  oil  anoint, 
And  my  cup  overflows. 

5  Goodness  and  mercy,  all  my  life, 

Shall  surely  follow  me  ; 
And  in  God's  house  for  evermore 
My  dwelling-place  shall  be. 


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1  The  Lord  our  God,  is  full  of  might, 

The  winds  obey  His  will  ; 
He  speaks, — and    in   His  heavenly 
height, 

The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar  ; 
The  Lord  uplifts  His  awful  hand, 
And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  Ye  winds  of  night,  your  force  com- 

bine ; 

Without  His  high  behest, 
Ye  shall  not  in  the  mountain  pine 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 

In  distant  peals  it  dies  ; 
He  yokes  the  whirlwind  to  His  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations,  bend,  in  reverence  bend  ; 

Ye  monarchs,  wait  His  nod, 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  your  God. 

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1  To  God  our  strength  sing  loud  and 

clear, 

Sing  loud  to  God  our  King, 

To  Jacob's  God,  that  all  may  hear 

Loud  acclamations  ring. 

2  Prepare  a  hymn,  prepare  a  song, 
The  timbrel  hither  bring  ; 


The  cheerful  psaltery  bring  along, 
And  harp  with  pleasant  string. 
Blow,  as  is  wont  in  the  new  moon, 
With  trumpets  lofty  sound, 
The  appointed  time,  the  day  whereon 
Our  solemn  feast  comes  round. 


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1  I  sing  the  almighty  power  of  God, 

That  made  the  mountains  rise, 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordained 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day  ; 
The  moon  shines  full  at  His  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  filled  the  earth  with  food  ; 
He  formed  the  creatures  with  His  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good 

4  There's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below 

But  makes  Thy  glories  known  ; 
And  clouds  arise  and  tempests  blow 
By  order  from  Thy  throne. 

5  Lord,  how  Thy  wonders  are  displayed 

Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye, 
If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  sky. 

6  Creatures,  as  numerous  as  they  be, 

Are  subject  to  Thy  care  ; 
There's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee 
But  God  is  present  there. 


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1  The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns ; 
His  throne  is  built  on  high  ; 
The  garments  He  assumes 
Are  light  and  majesty; 

His  glories  shine  with  beams  so  bright 
No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  His  hand 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  ; 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand 
To  guard  His  holy  law ; 

And  where  His  love  resolves  to  bless, 
His  truth  confirms  and  seals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  His  perfect  works 
Surprising  wisdom  shines, 
Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 
And  breaks  their  cursed  designs  ; 

Strong  is  His  arm,  and  shall  fulfil 
His  great  decrees,  His  sovereign  will 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory  condescend, 

And  will  He  write  His  name, 

My  Father  and  my  Friend? 
I  love  His  name,  I  love  His  word  ; 
Join  all  my  powers,  and  praise  the  Lord ! 


O7  Psalm  18. 

1  The  Lord  Jehovah  lives, 
And  blessed  be  my  Rock  ! 
Though  earth  her  bosom  heaves 
And  mountains  feel  the  shock, 

Though  oceans  rage  and  torrents  roar, 
He  is  the  same  for  evermore. 

2  The  Lord  Jehovah  lives, 
The  dying  sinner's  Friend ; 
How  freely  He  forgives 
The  follies  that  offend  ! 

He  wipes  the  penitential  tear, 
Bids  faith  and  hope  the  spirit  cheer. 

3  The  Lord  Jehovah  lives 

To  hear  and  answer  prayer ; 
Whoe'er  in  Him  believes 
And  trusts  His  guardian  care, 
A  Father's  tender  love  shall  know, 
Whence  living  streams  of  comfort  flow. 

4  The  Lord  Jehovah  lives 
Salvation  to  secure ; 
The  title  that  He  gives 
Will  be  forever  sure  ; 

'Tis  drawn  in  characters  of  blood, 
'Tis  issued  from  the  throne  of  God. 


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Psalm  34. 

1  Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of 

life, 

In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 
Deliverance  He  affords  to  all 
Who  on  His  succour  trust. 

5  Oh  make  but  trial  of  His  love  ! 
Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  His  truth  confide. 

4  Fear  Him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 
Have  nothing  else  to  fear ; 
Make  you  His  service  your  delight ; 
He'll  make  your  wants  His  care. 

6^  Psalm  116. 

1  What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 

For  all  His  kindness  shown  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  Thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  Thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  Thy  house, 

My  offerings  shall  be  paid  ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  Thy  delight, 

Thou  ever  blessed  God  ! 
How  dear  Thy  servants  in  Thy  sight  ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 


4  How  happy  all  Thy  servants  are  ! 

How  great  Thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  Thou  hast  made  Thy 
care, 

Lord,  I  devote  to  Thee. 

5  Now  I  am  Thine,  forever  Thine, 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 
Thy  hand  hath  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  Thy  love. 

6  Here  in  Thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  Thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 

JO  Psalm  121. 

1  To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes ; 

There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  ; 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  skies 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  steadfast  feet  shall  never  fall 

Whom  He  designs  to  keep  ; 
His  ear  attends  the  softest  call, 
His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 

3  Israel,  rejoice,  and  rest  secure  ; 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  His  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

4  He  guards  thy  soul,  He  keeps  thy 

breath, 

Where  thickest  dangers  come  ; 
Go  and  return,  secure  from  death, 
Till  God  commands  Thee  home. 


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1  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  His  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  His  bright  designs, 
And  works  His  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  Him  for  His  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour  ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  His  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  His  own  Interpreter, 
And  He  will  make  it  plain. 

^7  2  Psalm  107. 

1  How  are  Thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord  ! 
How  sure  is  their  defence  ! 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help,  Omnipotence. 


2  In  foreign  realms  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  Thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  un- 
hurt, 

And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 

High  on  the  broken  wave, 
They  know  Thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

4  The  storm  is  laid,  the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  Thy  will ; 
The  sea,  that  roars  at  Thy  command, 
At  Thy  command  is  still. 

5  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 

Thy  goodness  we'll  adore  ; 
We'll  praise  Thee  for  Thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

6  Our  life,  while  Thou  preserv'st  that  life, 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be  ; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  our  lot, 
Shall  join  our  souls  to  Thee. 

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1  Father  of  Love,  our  Guide  and  Friend, 

Oh  lead  us  gently  on, 
Until  life's  trial-time  shall  end, 
And  heavenly  peace  be  won  ! 

2  We  know  not  what  the  path  may  be 

As  yet  by  us  untrod  ; 
But  we  can  trust  our  all  to  Thee, 
Our  Father  and  our  God  ! 


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1  Let  us  with  a  gladsome  mind 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  is  kind  ; 
For  His  mercy  shall  endure 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  He,  with  all-commanding  might, 
Filled  the  new-made  world  with  light ; 
For  His  mercy  shall  endure 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

3  All  things  living  He  doth  feed, 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need  * 
For  His  mercy  shall  endure 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

4  He  His  chosen  race  did  bless 
In  the  wasteful  wilderness  ; 
For  His  mercy  shall  endure 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

5  He  hath  with  a  piteous  eye 
Looked  upon  our  misery  ; 
For  His  mercy  shall  endure 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

6  Let  us  then  with  gladsome  mind 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  is  kind  ; 
For  His  mercy  shall  endure 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

7  ^  Psalm  23. 

i  To  Thy  pastures  fair  and  large, 
Heavenly  Shepherd,  lead  Thy  charge, 
And  my  couch,  with  tenderest  care, 
'Mid  the  springing  grass  prepare. 


2  When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat, 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams  that,  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow, 

3  Safe  the  dreary  vale  I  tread, 

By  the  shades  of  death  o'erspread, 
With  Thy  rod  and  staff  supplied, 
This  my  guard,  and  that  my  guide. 

4  Constant  to  my  latest  end, 
Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend  ; 
And  shalt  bid  Thy  hallowed  dome 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 

76 


They  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace, 
Find  that  throne  in  even-  place  ; 
If  we  live  a  life  of  prayer, 
God  is  present  even*  where. 

In  our  sickness  or  our  health, 
In  our  want  or  in  our  wealth, 
If  we  look  to  God  in  prayer, 
God  is  present  every  where. 

When  our  earthly  comforts  fail, 
When  the  foes  of  life  prevail,  . 
'Tis  the  time  for  earnest  prayer  ; 
God  is  present  even-  where. 

Then,  my  soul,  in  even*  strait 
To  thy  Father  come,  and  wait ; 
He  will  answer  every  prayer  ; 
God  is  present  every  where. 


MAKER    OF    HEAVEN    AND  EARTH. 


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7  7  Psalm  23. 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noonday  walks  He  shall  attend,' 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 

My  weary,  wandering  steps  He  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no 'ill, 
For  Thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still ; 
Thy  friendly  rod  shall  give  me  aid, 
,  And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful 
shade. 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  wants  beguile  ;  ' 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 
With   sudden    green     and  herbage 

crowned, 

And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 


When    streaming  from  the  eastern 
skies, 

The  morning  light  salutes  mine  eyes, 
O  Sun  of  Righteousness  divine, 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 
Oh  chase  the  shades  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

5  And  when  to  heaven's  all-glorious  King 
My  morning  sacrifice  I  bring, 
And  mourning  o'er  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Ask  mercy  in  my  Saviour's  name ; 
Then,  Jesus,  cleanse  me  with  Thy  blood, 
And  be  my  Advocate  with  God. 

When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors 
close, 

And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 
With  pardoning  mercy,  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  .Saviour,  while  I  rest ; 
And  as  each  morning's  sun  shall  rise, 
Oh  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies ! 

And  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labors  done, 
Jesus;  Thy  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed ; 
And  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise 
To  see  Thy  face,  and  sing  Thy  praise. 


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GOD    THE    FATHER  ALMIGHTY, 


WITTEMBURG.     6s,  7s  &  6s. 


With  heart  and  hands  and  voices; 


Who  wondrous  things  hath  done, 
In  whom  His  world  rejoices; 

Who  from  our  mother's  arms 
Hath  blessed  us  on  our  way 

With  countless  gifts  of  love, 
And  still  is  ours  to-day. 

2  Oh  may  this  bounteous  God 

Through  all  our  life  be  near  us, 
With  ever  joyful  hearts 

And  blessed  peace  to  cheer  us ; 
And  help  us  in  His  grace, 

And  guide  us  when  perplext; 
And  free  us  from  all  ills 

In  this  world  and  the  next. 

3  All  praise  and  thanks  to  God 

The  Father,  now  be  given; 
The  Son,  and  Him  who  reigns 

With  Them  in  highest  heaven  ; 
The  one  eternal  God, 

Whom  heaven  and  earth  adore  ; 
For  thus  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 


MAKER    OF    HEAVEN    AND  EARTH. 


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8o  Psalm  93. 

1  With  glory  clad,  with  strength  arrayed, 
The  Lord  that  o'er  all  nature  reigns, 
The  world's  foundation  strongly  laid, 
And  the  vast  fabric  still  sustains. 

2  How  surely  stablished  is  Thy  throne 
Which  shall  no  change  nor  period  see ; 
For  Thou,  O  Lord,  and  Thou  alone, 
Art  God  from  all  eternity. 

3  The  floods,  O  Lord,  lift  up  their  voice, 
And  toss  their  troubled  waves  on  high ; 
But  God  above  can  still  their  noise, 
And  make  the  angry  sea  comply. 

4  Thy  promise,  Lord,  is  ever  sure, 
And  they  that  in  Thy  house  would 

dwell, 

That  happy  station  to  secure, 
Must  still  in  holiness  excel. 

8  I  Psalm  93. 

1  Jehovah  reigns  ;  He  dwells  in  light, 
Girded  with  majesty  and  might  • 
The  world,  created  by  His  hands, 
Still  on  its  firm  foundation  stands. 

2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  first  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Thyself  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rise, 
And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies  ; 
Vain  floods  that  aim  their  rage  so  high ! 
At  Thy  rebuke  the  billows  die; 


4  Forever  shall  Thy  throne  endure, 
Thy  promise  stand  forever  sure  • 
And  everlasting  holiness 
Becomes  the  dwelling  of  Thy  grace. 

8  2  Psalm  63. 

1  Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim ; 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
The  glories  that  compose  Thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  Thou  just  and 

wise, 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 
And  I  am  Thine,  by  sacred  ties, 
Thy  son,  Thy  servant,  bought  with 
blood. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
For  Thee  I  long,  to  Thee  I  look, 

As  travellers  in  thirsty  lands, 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 
\  With  early  feet  I  love  to  appear 
Among  Thy  saints,  and  seek  Thy  face ; 
Oft  have  I  seen  Thy  glory  there, 
And  felt  the  power  of  sovereign  grace. 

5  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise  ; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  cheer  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

DOXOLOGY. 
To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 


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GOD    THE    FATHER  ALMIGHTY, 


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Father,  how  wide  Thy  glory  shines  ! 

How  high  Thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thou 
sand  signs, 
By  thousand  through  the  skies. 
Those    mighty    orbs   proclaim  Thy 
power, 

Their  motions  speak  Thy  skill ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 

We  read  Thy  patience  still. 
But  when  we  view  Thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 

In  their  divinest  forms ; 
Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known ; 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 

The  justice,  or  the  grace. 
Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains  ; 
Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name, 

And  try  their  choicest  strains. 
Oh  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 

In  that  immortal  song  ! 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 

And  love  command  my  tongue. 


84 


1  My  God,  how  wonderful  Thou  art, 
Thy  majesty  how  bright  ! 
How  beautiful  Thy  mercy-seat 
In  depths  of  burning  light ! 


2  How  dread  are  Thine  eternal  years, 

O  Everlasting  Lord  ; 
By  prostrate  spirits  day  and  night 
Incessantly  adored. 

3  How  wonderful,  how  beautiful, 

The  sight  of  Thee  must  be, 
Thine  endless  wisdom,boundless  power, 
And  awful  purity. 

4  Oh  how  I  fear  Thee,  Living  God, 

With  deepest,  tenderest  fears, 
And  worship   Thee   with  trembling 
hope, 

And  penitential  tears. 

5  Yet  I  may  love  Thee  too,  O  Lord, 

Almighty  as  Thou  art ; 
For  Thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me 
The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 

6  No  earthly  father  loves  like  Thee  ; 

No  mother,  e'er  so  mild, 
Bears  and  forbears,  as  Thou  hast  done 
With  me,  Thy  sinful  child. 

7  Father  of  Jesus,  love's  reward, 
What  rapture  will  it  be, 

Prostrate  before  Thy  throne  to  lie, 
And  ever  gaze  on  Thee  ! 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 


MAKER    OF    HEAVEN    AND  EARTH. 


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1  My  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend, 

When  I  begin  Thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  Thy  grace  ! 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  ; 
And  since  I  knew  Thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  Thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road, 
And   march  with    courage   in  Thy 
strength 
To  see  my  Father,  God. 

4  When  I  am  filled  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
I'll  plead  Thy  perfect  righteousness, 
And  mention  none  but  Thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  victories  of  my  King  ! 
My  soul,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  Thy  salvation  sing. 

6  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers  ! 

With  this  delightful  song 
I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 


86 

Psalm  96. 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 

Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue  ! 
His  rich  display  of  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
And  grace  surrounds  His  throne. 

3  Let  heaven  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen ; 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  Let  an  unusual  joy  surprise 

The  islands  of  the  sea  ; 
Ye  mountains  sink,  ye  valleys  rise, 
Prepare  the  Lord  His  way. 

5  Behold  He  comes  !  He  comes  to  bless 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  show  the  world  His  righteousness, 
And  send  His  truth  abroad. 

6  But  when  His  voice  shall  raise  the  dead, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 
How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread 
To  see  their  Judge  appear  ! 


DOXOLOGY. 

To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 


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1  Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes  ; 

From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  God  who  built  the  skies, 

And  earth  and  nature  made  : 
God  is  the  Tower       His  grace  is  nigh 
To  which  I  fly ;  In  every  hour. 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 

And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 
Since  God,  my  Guard  and  Guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears  : 


Those  wakeful  eyes 
That  never  sleep, 
3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 

If  God  be  with  me  there  : 


Shall  Israel  keep 
When  dangers  rise. 


To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 


Thou  art  my  sun, 
And  Thou  my  shade, 
4  Hast  Thou  not  given  Thy  word 
To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath  : 


I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 


Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 


3  8  Psalm  it. 

1  My  trust  is  in  the  Lord, 

What  foe  can  injure  me  ? 
Why  bid  me  like  a  bird 

Before  the  fowler  flee  ? 
The  Lord  is  on  His  heavenly  throne, 
And  He  will  shield  and  save  His  own. 

2  The  wicked  may  assail, 

The  tempter  sorely  try, 
All  earth's  foundations  fail, 

All  nature's  springs  be  dry  * 
Yet  God  is  in  His  holy  shrine, 
And  I  am  strong  while  He  is  mine. 

3  His  flock  to  Him  is  dear, 

He  watches  them  from  high  ; 
He  sends  them  trials  here 

To  form  them  for  the  sky  ; 
But  safely  will  He  tend  and  keep 
The  humblest,  feeblest,  of  His  sheep. 

4  His  foes  a  season  here 

May  triumph  and  prevail ; 
But  ah  !  the  hour  is  near 

When  all  their  hopes  must  fail  ; 
While,  like  the  sun,  His  saints  shall  rise, 
And  shine  with  Him  above  the  skies. 


MAKER    OF    HEAVEN    AND  EARTH. 
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1  God  is  the  refuge  of  His  saints 
When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  Him  present  with  His  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from   their  seats  be 

hurled 

Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there ; 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world  ; 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar  ; 
In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide, 
While  every  nation,  every  shore, 
Trembles  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God ; 

Life,  love,  and  joy,  still  gliding  through, 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  sacred  stream,  Thy  holy  word, 
Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls  ; 
Sweet  peace  Thy  promises  afford, 
And  give  new  strength  to  fainting 

souls. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
Secure  against  a  threatening  hour ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 
Built  on  His  truth,  and  armed  with 

power. 


90 

1  Let  Jacob  to  his  Maker  sing, 

And  praise  his  great  redeeming  King ;  • 
Called  by  a  new,  a  gracious  name, 
Let  Israel  loud  his  God  proclaim. 

2  He  knows  our  souls  in  all  their  fears, 
And  gently  wipes  our  falling  tears ; 
Forms  trembling  voices  to  a  song, 
And  bids  the  feeble  heart  be  strong. 

3  Then  let  the  rivers  swell  around, 
And  rising  floods  o'erflow  the  ground  ; 
Rivers  and  floods  and  seas  divide, 
And  homage  pay  to  Israel's  Guide. 

4  Then  let  the  fires  their  rage  display, 
And  flaming  terrors  bar  the  way ; 
Unburnt,  unsinged,  He  leads  them 

through, 

And  makes  the  flames  refreshing  too. 

5  The  fires  but  on  their  bonds  shall  prey ; 
The  floods  but  wash  their  stains  away ; 
And  grace  divine  new  trophies  raise 
Amidst  the  deluge  and  the  blaze. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  f 
flow ! 

Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ! 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


42  GOD    THE    FATHER  ALMIGHTY, 

BRATTLE  STREET.     C.  M.  Double. 

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1  While  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled  ! 
Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed; 

To  Thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed ; 

That  mercy  I  adore. 

2  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear 

Because  conferred  by  Thee. 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

3  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  Thy  will. 


My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear, 
That  heart  will  rest  on  Thee. 

92 

1  When  all  Thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 
Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 

That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

2  Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 

The  glorious  theme  renew. 
Through  all  eternity,  to  Thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise  : 
But  oh,  eternity 's  too  short 

To  utter  all  Thy  praise  ! 


MAKER    OF    HEAVEN    AND  EARTH. 


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1  Great  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou  ! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made  ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  Thy  view  ; 
To  Thee  there's  nothing  old  appears, 
Great  God,  there's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are 

drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares  ; 
While  Thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

5  Great  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou  ! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee. 

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1  Keep  silence,  all  created  things, 

And  wait  your  Maker's  nod  ; 
My  soul  stands  trembling,  while  she  sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  un- 

known, 
Hang  on  His  firm  decree  ; 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave,  to  be. 


3  My  God,  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate  with  curious  eyes, 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 
Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 

4  In  Thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

Oh,  may  I  find  my  name 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb. 

Psalm  139. 

1  In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  Thee, 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  Thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  Thine  eye. 

2  Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they  're  formed  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  Oh  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and 

high  ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  Thy  circling  arms  I  lie 
Enclosed  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  Thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secured  by  sovereign  love. 


44  GOD    THE    FATHER  ALMIGHTY, 

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1  A  mighty  fortress  is  our  God, 

A  bulwark  never  failing  ; 
Our  Helper  He  amid  the  flood 
Of  mortal  ills  prevailing  ; 
For  still  our  ancient  foe 
Doth  seek  to  work  us  woe  ; 
His  craft  and  power  are  great 
And  armed  with  cruel  hate  ; 
On  earth  is  not  his  equal. 

2  Did  we  in  our  own  strength  confide, 

Our  striving  would  be  losing, — 
Were  not  the  right  Man  on  our  side, 
The  Man  of  God's  own  choosing  : 
Dost  ask  who  that  may  be  ? 
Christ  Jesus,  it  is  He  ! 
Lord  Sabaoth,  His  name, 
From  age  to  age  the  same ; 
And  He  must  win  the  battle. 


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3  And  tho'  this  world,  with  devils  filled, 
Should  threaten  to  undo  us, 
We  will  not  fear,  for  God  hath  willed 
His  truth  to  triumph  through  us  : 
The  prince  of  darkness  grim — 
We  tremble  not  for  him  ; 
His  rage  we  can  endure  ; 
For  lo,  his  doom  is  sure  ; 
One  little  word  shall  fell  him. 

4  That  word  above  all  earthly  powers — 
No  thanks  to  them — abicleth  ; 
The  Spirit  and  the  gifts  are  ours, 
Through  Him  who  with  us  sideth : 
Let  goods  and  kindred  go, 
This  mortal  life  also  ; 
The  body  they  may  kill, 
God's  truth  abideth  still ; 
His  kingdom  is  forever. 


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1  Awake,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  His  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  His  rising  power  ; 
Sing  how  He  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  He  bore. 

3  Sing  till  we  feel  our  heart 

Ascending  with  our  tongue  ; 
Sing  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 
And  grace  inspires  our  song. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners  sing  ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ  the  Eternal  King. 

5  Soon  shall  ye  hear  Him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children,  come  ; " 
Soon  will  He  call  you  hence  away, 
And  take  His  wanderers  home. 


98 


1  Grace  ! 't  is  a  charming  sound, 

Harmonious  to  the  ear  ! 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 


And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days  ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

99 

1  Raise  your  triumphant  songs 

To  an  immortal  tune  ; 
Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  Eternal  Love 

Its  chief  Beloved  chose, 
And  bade  Him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

No  terror  clothes  His  brow, 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'Twas  mercy  filled  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons 
down 

To  rebels  doomed  to  die. 


THE    ONLY-BEGOTTEN  SON, 


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That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 
Your  noblest  power  exert 
To  celebrate  His  fame  : 


Tell  all  above, 
And  all  below, 


The  debt  of  love 
To  Him  you  owe. 


2  He  left  His  starry  crown, 
And  laid  His  robes  aside  ; 
On  wings  of  love  came  down, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  : 


To  save  our  souls 
From  death  and  hell. 


What  He  endured, 
Oh  who  can  tell, 

3  From  the  dark  grave  He  rose 
The  mansion  of  the  dead  , 
And  thence  His  mighty  foes 
In  glorious  triumph  led  ; 


Up  through  the  sky 
The  Conqueror  rode, 


And  reigns  on  high, 
The  Saviour,  God. 


From  thence  He'll  quickly  come — 

His  chariot  will  not  stay — 
And  bear  our  spirits  home 
To  realms  of  endless  day 


There  shall  we  see 
His  lovely  face. 


And  ever  be 
In  His  embrace. 


5  Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay 
The  debt  we  owe  Thy 
Yet  tell  us  how  we  may 
Our  gratitude  approve 


love 


Our  hearts,  our  all 
To  Thee  we  give  ; 


The  gift, though  small, 
Do  Thou  receive  ! 


DOXOLOGY. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit  ever  blest, 

Eternal  Three  in  One, 
All  worship  be  addressed 


As  heretofore 
It  was,  is  now, 


And  shall  be  so, 
For  evermore ! 


JESUS    CHRIST    OUR  LORD 


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i  Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

-2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 
Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and — oh,  amazing  love  ! — 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  He  fled, 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  Oh,  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break  ; 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys  ; 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

102  Psalm  8. 

1  O  Lord,  how  good,  how  great  art  Thou, 

In  heaven  and  earth  the  same  ! 
There  angels  at  Thy  footstool  bow, 
Here  babes  Thy  grace  proclaim. 

2  When  glorious  in  the  nightly  sky 

Thy  moon  and  stars  I  see, 
Oh,  what  is  man,  I  wondering  cry, 
To  be  so  loved  by  Thee  ! 


3  To  him  Thou  hourly  deign'st  to  give 

New  mercies  from  on  high  ; 
Didst  quit  Thy  throne  with  him  to  live, 
For  him,  in  pain  to  die. 

4  Close  to  Thine  own  bright  seraphim 

His  favored  path  is  trod  ; 
And  all  beside  are  serving  him, 
That  he  may  serve  his  God. 

103 

1  Hark,  the  glad  sound !  the  Saviour 

comes, 

The  Saviour  promised  long ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  He  comes,  the  prisoner  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  Him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

3  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray, 
And  on  the  eyeballs  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  His  grace, 
Enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim, 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  Thy  beloved  name. 


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1  Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come  ! 

Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  Him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills, 
and  plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  His  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and 

grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  His  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  His  love. 

105 

1  Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join 

And  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine 
To  hail  the  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 


3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  rolled ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy,  was  new, 
'T  was  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

The  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 
And  angels  flew,  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song ; 
"  Good-will    and   peace "    is  heard 
throughout 
The  harmonious  angel-throng. 

6  With  joy  the  chorus  we  repeat, — ■ 

"  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
Good-will  and  peace  are  now  complete  ■ 
Jesus  is  born  to  die  !" 

I06 

1  Then  shone  almighty  Power  and  Love 

In  all  their  glorious  forms, 
When  Jesus  left  His  throne  above, 
To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 

2  Adoring  angels  tuned  their  songs 

To  hail  the  joyful  day  ; 
With  rapture  then  let  mortal  tongues 
Their  grateful  worship  pay. 

3  Hail,  Prince  of  life,  for  ever  hail  ! 

Redeemer,  Brother,  Friend ! 
Tho'  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should  fail, 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 


NATIVITY. 
ANGELS'  SONG.     C.  M.  Double. 


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1  It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear, 

That  glorious  song  of  old, 
From  angels  bending  near  the  earth 

To  touch  their  harps  of  gold  : 
"  Peace  to  the  earth,  good-will  to  man, 

From  heaven's  all-gracious  King  :  " 
The  earth  in  solemn  stillness  lay, 

To  hear  the  angels  sing. 

2  Still  through  the  cloven  skies  they  come, 

With  peaceful  wings  unfurled  ; 
And  still  celestial  music  floats 

O'er  all  the  weary  world  ; 
Above  its  sad  and  lowly  plains 

They  bend  on  heavenly  wing, 
And  ever  o'er  its  Babel  sounds, 

The  blessed  angels  sing. 


3  O  ye,  beneath  life's  crushing  load, 

Whose  forms  are  bending  low, 
Who  toil  along  the  climbing  way, 

With  painful  steps  and  slow, 
Look  up  !  for  glad  and  golden  hours 

Come  swiftly  on  the  wing  ; 
Oh  rest  beside  the  weary  road, 

And  hear  the  angels  sing  ! 

4  For  lo,  the  days  are  hastening  on, 

By  prophet-bards  foretold, 
When  with  the  ever-circling  years 

Comes  round  the  age  of  gold  ! 
When  peace  shall  over  all  the  earth 

Its  final  splendors  fling, 
And  the  whole  world  send  back  the  song 

Which  now  the  angels  sing  ! 


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1  Hark  !  what  celestial  sounds, 

What  music  fills  the  air  ! 
Soft  warbling  to  the  morn, 
It  strikes  the  ravished  ear  ; 
Now  all  is  still ;  j  In  tuneful  notes, 
Now  wild  it  floats  |  Loud, sweet, and  shrill. 

2  The  angelic  hosts  descend 

With  harmony  divine  ; 
See  how  from  heaven  they  bend, 
And  in  full  chorus  join  : 


Jesus,  your  King, 
Is  born  to-day. 


:  Fear  not,"  say  they ; 
:  Great  j  oy  we  bring : 

"  He  comes,  your  souls  to  save 
From  death's  eternal  gloom  ; 

To  realms  of  bliss  and  light 
He  lifts  you  from  the  tomb  : 


Your  voices  raise ; 
With  sons  of  light 


Your  songs  unite 
Of  endless  praise. 


4  H  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

Ye  mortals,  spread  the  sound, 
And  let  your  raptures  fly 
To  earth's  remotest  bound  ; 


For  peace  on  earth, 
From  God  in  heaven 


To  man  is  given, 
At  Jesus'  birth." 


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Roll  o'er  the  heavenly  plains, 
And  seraphs  find  employ 

For  their  sublimest  strains  ; 
Some  new  delight  in  heaven  is  known  ; 
Loud  sound  the  harps  around  the  throne. 

2  Hark  !  hark  ! — the  sounds  draw  nigh 

The  joyful  hosts  descend  ; 
Jesus  forsakes  the  sky, 

To  earth  His  footsteps  bend  ; 
He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race  ; 
He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 

3  Bear,  bear  the  tidings  round  ; 

Let  every  mortal  know 
What  love  in  God  is  found, 

What  pity  He  can  show  ; 
Ye  winds  that  blow,  ye  waves  that  roll, 
Bear  the  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole. 

4  Strike,  strike  the  harps  again, 

To  great  Immanuel's  name  ; 
Arise,  ye  sons  of  men, 

And  all  His  grace  proclaim  ; 
Angels  and  men,  wake  every  string, 
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by  night, 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  Angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 

And  glory  shone  around. 
"  Fear  not,"  said  he, — for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind, — 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 

To  you  and  all  mankind. 

2  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day, 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour  who  is  Christ,  the  Lord  ; 

And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : 
The  Heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall  find 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands, 

And  in  a  manger  laid." 


3  Thus  spake  the  seraph;  and  forthwith 
Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  who  thus 

Addressed  their  joyful  song  : 
"  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
Good-will  henceforth  from  Heaven  to 
men 

Begin,  and  never  cease  ! " 

DOXOLOGY. 

The  God  of  mercy  be  adored, 

Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 
Who  saves  by  His  redeeming  word 

And  new-creating  breath ; 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  all-divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 


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1  Oh  come,  all  ye  faithful,  triumphantly  sing  ! 
Come,  see  in  the  manger  the  angels'  dread  King! 
To  Bethlehem  hasten,  with  joyful  accord  ; 

Oh  hasten  !  oh  hasten  !  to  worship  the  Lord. 

2  True  Son  of  the  Father,  He  comes  from  the  skies  ; 
The  womb  of  the  Virgin  He  doth  not  despise ; 
To  Bethlehem  hasten,  with  joyful  accord  ; 

Oh  hasten  !  oh  hasten  !  to  worship  the  Lord. 

3  Oh  hark,  to  the  angels,  all  singing  in  heaven,^ 
"  To  God  in  the  highest,  all  glory  be  given  I " 
To  Bethlehem  hasten,  with  joyful  accord, 
Oh  hasten  !  oh  hasten  !  to  worship  the  Lord. 

4  To  Thee,  then,  O  Jesus,  this  day  of  Thy  birth, 
Be  glory  and  honor  through  heaven  and  earth  ; 
True  Godhead  Incarnate,  Omnipotent  Word  ! 
Oh  hasten  !  oh  hasten  !  to  worship  the  Lord. 


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1  Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 

Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo,  the  angelic  host  rejoices  ; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Hear  them  tell  the  wondrous  story, 

Hear  them  chant  in  hymns  of  joy, 
"  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  "  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  ; 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sin  forgiven  ! 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  "  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  His  praises  sing ! 
Oh  receive  whom  God  appointed 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ! 

5  "  Haste,  ye  mortals,  to  adore  Him, 

Learn  His  name,  and  taste  His  joy, 
Till  in  heaven,  ye  sing  before  Him, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! " 

113 

1  Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Ye  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth ; 


Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding, 
Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 

God  with  man  is  now  residing  ; 
Yonder  shines  the  infant-light ; 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

Sages,  leave  your  contemplations, 
Brighter  visions  beam  afar ; 

Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations  ; 
Ye  have  seen  His  natal  star ; 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

Saints,  before  the  altar  bending, 
Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 

Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 
In  His  temple  shall  appear  ; 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

Sinners,  wrung  with  true  repentance, 
Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 

Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence  ; 
Mercy  calls  you ;  break  your  chains ; 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 


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1  When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still, 
And  silence  slept  on  Zion's  hill  ; 
When  Bethlehem's  shepherds  through 

the  night 

Watched  o'er  their  flocks  by  starry 
light: 

2  Hark  !  from  the  midnight  hills  around, 
A  voice  of  more  than  mortal  sound 
In  distant  hallelujahs  stole, 

Wild  murmuring  o'er  the  raptured  soul. 

3  On  wheels  of  light,  on  wings  of  flame, 
The  glorious  hosts  of  Zion  came  ; 
High  heaven  with  songs  of  triumph 

rung, 

While  thus  they  struck  their  harps,  and 
sung : 

4  " 0  Zion,  lift  thy  raptured  eye  ! 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh  ; 
Renewed,  creation  smiles  again, 
The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign. 

5  "  He  comes  to  cheer  the  trembling  heart, 
Bid  Satan  and  his  host  depart ; 
Again  the  Daystar  gilds  the  gloom, 
Again  the  bowers  of  Eden  bloom.'' 

115 

1  When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks 
From  every  host,  from  even*  gem  ; 


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But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks. — 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode  , 

The  storm  was   loud,  the  night  was 
dark, 

The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering 
bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze  ; 
Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide 

stem  ; 

When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 
It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease 
And  through  the  storm,  and 

thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star — the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

Il6 

1  Wake,  O  my  soul,  and  hail  the  morn, 
For  unto  us  a  Saviour 's  born ; 

See,  how  the  angels  wing  their  way 
To  usher  in  the  glorious  day ! 

2  Come,  join  the  angels  in  the  sky  : 

"  Glory  to  God,  who  reigns  on  high  ; 
Let  peace  and  love  on  earth  abound, 
While  time  revolves  and  years  roll 
round !" 


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1  Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King ! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled ! 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies ; 
Universal  nature  say, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  born  to-day ! 

2  Christ,  by  highest  Heaven  adored ; 
Christ  the  everlasting  Lord  ; 
Late  in  time  behold  Him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  Virgin's  womb  ; 
Veiled  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see  ; 
Hail  the  incarnate  Deity, 
Pleased  as  man  with  men  to  appear, 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel,  here ! 

3  Hail !  the  heavenborn  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Hail !  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  He  brings, 
Risen  with  healing  in  His  wings ; 
Mild  He  lays  His  glory  by, 

Born  that  man  no  more  may  die, 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth, 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 


118 

1  Come,  Desire  of  nations,  come, 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  home  ! 

Rise,  the  Woman's  conquering  Seed, 
Bruise  in  us  the  Serpent's  head  ! 
Now  display  Thy  saving  power  ; 
Ruined  nature  now  restore  ; 
Now  in  mystic  union  join 
Thine  to  ours,  and  ours  to  Thine ! 

2  Adam's  likeness,  Lord,  efface  ; 
Stamp  Thine  image  in  its  place ; 
Second  Adam  from  above, 
Reinstate  us  in  Thy  love  ! 

Let  us  Thee,  though  lost,  regain, 
Thee,  the  Life,  the  Heavenly  Man : 
Oh,  to  all  Thyself  impart, 
Formed  in  each  believing  heart  t 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  the  name  of  God  most  high ; 
Praise  Him,  all  below  the  sky ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  I 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  His  praise  shall  last. 


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II9 

1  The  Advent  of  our  God 

Our  prayers  must  now  employ, 
And  we  must  meet  Him  on  His  road 
With  hymns  of  holy  joy. 

2  The  Everlasting  Son 

Incarnate  deigns  to  be  : 
Himself  a  servant's  form  puts  on, 
To  set  His  people  free. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,  rise, 

And  greet  thy  lowly  King, 
And  do  not  wickedly  despise 
The  mercies  He  will  bring. 

4  As  Judge,  in  clouds  of  light, 

He  will  come  down  again, 
And  all  His  scattered  saints  unite 
With  Him  in  Heaven  to  reign. 

5  Before  that  dreadful  day 

May  all  our  sins  be  gone  ; 
May  the  old  man  be  put  away, 
And  the  new  man  put  on  ! 

6  Praise  to  the  Saviour  Son, 

From  all  the  angel  host : 
Like  praise  be  to  the  Father  done, 
And  to  the  Holy  Ghost. 

I20 

1  O  Saviour  of  our  race, 

WTelcome  indeed  Thou  art, 
Blessed  Redeemer,  Fount  of  grace, 
To  this  my  longing  heart ! 


2  Light  of  the  world,  abide 

Through  faith  within  my  heart ; 
Leave  me  to  seek  no  other  guide, 
Nor  e'er  from  Thee  depart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life,  O  Lord ! 

Sole  Light  of  life  Thou  art ! 
Let  not  Thy  glorious  rays  be  poured 
In  vain  on  my  dark  heart. 

4  Star  of  the  East,  arise  ! 

Drive  all  my  clouds  away ; 
Guide  me  till  earth's  dim  twilight  dies 
Into  the  perfect  day. 

121 

1  The  ancient  Law  departs, 

And  all  its  terrors  cease  ; 
For  Jesus  makes  with  faithful  hearts 
A  covenant  of  peace. 

2  The  Light  of  Life  Divine, 

True  Brightness  undefiled, 
He  bears  for  us  the  shame  of  sin, 
A  holy,  spotless  Child. 

3  His  infant  body  now 

Begins  our  pain  to  feel ; 
Those  precious  drops  of  blood  that  flow, 
For  death  the  Victim  seal. 

4  To-day  the  Name  is  Thine 

At  which  we  bend  the  knee  ; 
They  call  Thee  Jesus,  Child  Divine  ! 
Our  Jesus  deign  to  be. 

5  All  praise,  Eternal  Son, 

For  Thy  redeeming  love  ; 
With  Father,  Spirit,  ever  One, 
In  glorious  might  above. 


EPIPHANY. 


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122 

1  As  with  gladness  men  of  old 
Did  the  guiding  star  behold  ; 
As  with  joy  they  hailed  its  light, 
Leading  onward,  beaming  bright ; 
So,  most  gracious  Lord,  may  we 
Evermore  be  led  to  Thee. 

2  As  with  joyful  steps  they  sped 
To  that  lowly  manger-bed, 
There  to  bend  the  knee  before 
Him  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore ; 
So  may  we  with  willing  feet 

Ever  seek  the  mercy-seat. 

3  As  they  offered  gifts  most  rare 
At  that  manger  rude  and  bare  ; 
So  may  we  with  holy  joy, 
Pure  and  free  from  sin's  alloy, 
All  our  costliest  treasures  bring, 
Christ,  to  Thee,  our  heavenly  King. 


4  Holy  Jesus,  every  day 
Keep  us  in  the  narrow  way ; 
And  when  earthly  things  are  past, 
Bring  our  ransomed  souls  at  last 
Where  they  need  no  star  to  guide, 
Where  no  clouds  Thy  glory  hide. 

5  In  the  heavenly  country  bright, 
Need  they  no  created  light ; 
Thou  its  Light,  its  Joy,  its  Crown, 
Thou  its  Sun  which  goes  not  down ; 
There  forever  may  we  sing 
Hallelujahs  to  our  King.  Amen. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  the  name  of  God  most  high :  > 
Praise  Him,  all  below  the  sky ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  His  praise  shall  last. 


EPIPHANY. 

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123 

1  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid! 

2  Cold  on  His  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining; 
Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Angels  adore  Him,  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all ! 

3  Say  shall  we  yield  Him  in  costly  devotion, 
Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine, 

Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation ; 
Vainly  with  gifts  would  His  favor  secure: 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration ; 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  Thine  aid  ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 


EPIPHANY. 


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124 

1  O  Thou,  who  by  a  star  didst  guide 

The  wise  men  on  their  way, 
Until  it  came  and  stood  beside 
The  place  where  Jesus  lay  ; 

2  Although  by  stars  Thou  dost  not  lead 

Thy  servants  now  below, 
Thy  Holy  Spirit,  when  they  need, 
Will  show  them  how  to  go. 

3  As  yet  we  know  Thee  but  in  part : 

But  still  we  trust  Thy  word, 
That  blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart, 
For  they  shall  see  the  Lord. 

4  O  Saviour,  give  us  then  Thy  grace, 

To  make  us  pure  in  heart, 
That  we  may  see  Thee  face  to  face 
Hereafter,  as  Thou  art. 

125 

1  Jesus  is  God  !  the  glorious  bands 

Of  holy  angels  sing 
Songs  of  adoring  praise  to  Him, 
Their  Maker  and  their  King. 

2  He  was  true  God  in  Bethlehem's  crib, 

On  Calvary's  cross,  true  God  ; 
He  who  in  heaven,  eternal  reigned, 
In  time,  on  earth  abode. 

3  Oh,  had  I  but  an  angel's  voice, 

I  would  proclaim  so  loud, 
Jesus  the  Good,  the  Beautiful, 
Is  everlasting  God ! 


126 

1  To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born, 

To  us  a  Son  is  given  ; 
Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 
Him  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

2  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

For  evermore  adored  ; 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 
The  great  and  mighty  Lord  ! 

3  His  power,  increasing,  still  shall  spread ; 

His  reign  no  end  shall  know ; 
Justice  shall  guard  His  throne  above, 
And  peace  abound  below. 

4  To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born, 

To  us  a  Son  is  given  ; 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 
The  mighty  Lord  of  heaven. 

127 

1  Messiah,  at  Thy  glad  approach 

The  howling  winds  are  still ; 
Thy  praises  fill  the  lonely  waste, 
And  breathe  from  every  hill. 

2  Renewed,  the  earth  a  robe  of  light, 

A  robe  of  beauty  wears  ; 
And  in  new  heavens  a  brighter  Sun 
Leads  on  the  promised  years. 

3  Let  Israel  to  the  Prince  of  Peace 

The  loud  hosanna  sing  ; 
With  hallelujahs  and  with  hymns, 
O  Zion,  hail  Thy  King ! 


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WESSER.     C.  M. 


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12  8  The  SonS  of  Simeon. 

1  Lord,  in  Thy  temple  we  appear, 

As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here  ; 
Oh  make  our  joys  the  same  ! 

2  With  what  divine  and  vast  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  filled, 
When  fondly  in  his  withered  arms 
He  clasped  the  Holy  Child  ! 

3  "  Now  I  can  leave  this  world,"  he  cried, 

"  Behold,  Thy  servant  dies  ; 
I've  seen  Thy  great  salvation,  Lord, 
And  close  my  peaceful  eyes." 

4  Jesus,  the  vision  of  Thy  face 

Hath  overpowering  charms  ; 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 

5  When  flesh  shall  fail,  and  heart-strings 

break, 

Sweet  will  the  minutes  roll ; 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 
But  glory  in  my  soul 

129 

1  In  stature  grows  the  heavenly  Child, 

With  death  before  His  eyes  ; 
A  Lamb  unblemished,  meek  and  mild, 
Prepared  for  sacrifice. 

2  The  Son  of  God  His  glory  hides 

With  parents  mean  and  poor  ; 
And  He  who  made  the  heavens  abides 
In  dwelling-place  obscure. 


3  Those  mighty  hands  that  stay  the  sky, 

No  earthly  toil  refuse  ; 
And  He  who  set  the  stars  on  high, 
A  humble  trade  pursues. 

4  He  before  whom  the  angels  stand, 

At  whose  behest  they  fly, 
Now  yields  Himself  to  man's  command, 
And  lays  His  glory  by. 

5  The  Father's  Name  we  loudly  raise, 

The  Son  we  all  adore, 
The  Holy  Ghost,  One  God,  we  praise, 
Both  now  and  evermore. 

I3O 

1  As  to  His  earthly  parents'  home, 

Went  down  the  Holy  Child, 
And   found   His   Father's  business 
there, 

Subjection  meek  and  mild : 

2  And  as  obedience,  all  those  years 

In  lowly  Nazareth, 
Forsook  Him  not,  but  bore  Him  on, 
Obedient  unto  death : 

3  So  by  Thy  mercies  teach  us,  Lord, 

Our  sacrifice  to  bring, 
Our  treasures,  heart,  and  life,  and  love, 
To  spread  before  our  King. 

4  Thy  presence  is  our  guiding  star, 

We  seek  Thy  holy  hill ; 
Transform  us,  Lord,  renew  our  minds, 
To  prove  Thy  perfect  will. 


LIFE    AND  MINISTRY. 


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1  Behold,  where  in  a  mortal  form 

Appears  each  grace  divine  ! 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  His  divine  employ. 

3  'Mid  keen  reproach,  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  He  stood; 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  His  life  ; 
He  labored  for  their  good. 

4  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  His  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resigned,  He  bowed,  and  said, 
"  Thy  will,  not  Mine,  be  done  !  " 

5  Be  Christ  our  Pattern  and  our  Guide ; 

His  image  may  we  bear  ; 
Oh  may  we  tread  His  holy  steps, 
His  joy  and  glory  share  ! 

132 

1  Oh  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea  ? 

Oh  where  is  He  that  spake, 
And  lepers  from  their  pains  are  free, 
And  slaves  their  fetters  break  ! 

2  The  lame  and  palsied  freely  rise, 

With  joy  the  dumb  do  sing  ; 
And  on  the  darkened,  blinded  eyes 
Glad  beams  of  morning  spring  ! 


3  Oh  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea ; 

Oh  where  is  He  that  spake, 
And  demons  from  their  victims  flee, 
The  dead  from  slumber  wake  ? 

4  Here,  here  art  Thou,  Almighty  Lord ! 

Oh  speak  to  us  once  more, 
And  let  Thy  healing,  quickening  word, 
Our  ruined  souls  restore  ! 

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1  A  pilgrim  through  this  lonely  world, 

The  blessed  Saviour  passed  ; 
A  mourner  all  His  life  was  He, 
A  dying  Lamb  at  last. 

2  That  tender  heart  which  felt  for  all, 

For  us  its  life-blood  gave  ; 
It  found  on  earth  no  resting-place, 
Save  only  in  the  grave. 

3  Such  was  our  Lord  ;  and  shall  we  fear 

The  cross  with  all  its  scorn  ? 
Or  love  a  faithless,  evil  world 

That  wreathed  His  brow  with  thorn  ? 

4  No,  facing  all  its  frowns  or  smiles, 

Like  Him,  obedient  still, 
We  homeward  press,  through  storm  or 
calm, 

To  Zion's  blessed  hill. 

5  Dead  to  the  world  with  Him  who  died 

To  win  our  hearts,  our  love, 
We,  risen  with  our  risen  Head, 
In  spirit  dwell  above. 


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LIFE    AND  MINISTRY. 


SUMNER.     L  M. 


*34 

1  When  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere, 
The  lowly  Jesus  wandered  here, 
Where'er  He  went,  affliction  fled, 
And  sickness  reared  her  fainting  head. 

2  The  eye  that  rolled  in  irksome  night, 
Beheld  His  face, — for  God  is  light ; 
The  opening  ear,  the  loosened  tongue, 
His  precepts  heard,  His  praises  sung. 

3  With  bounding  steps,  the  halt  and  lame 
To  hail  their  great  Deliverer  came  ; 
O'er  the  cold  grave  He  bowed  His  head, 
He  spake  the  word,  and  raised  the  dead. 

4  Despairing  madness,  dark  and  wild, 
In  His  inspiring  presence  smiled  ; 
The  storm  of  horror  ceased  to  roll, 
And  reason  lightened  through  the  soul. 

5  Through  paths  of  loving-kindness  led, 
Where  Jesus   triumphed,  we  would 

tread ;  * 
To  all,  with  willing  hands,  dispense 
The  gifts  of  our  benevolence. 

i35 

1  How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel  sound 
From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When  listening  thousands  gathered 
round, 

And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  place  ! 


2  From  heaven  He  came,  of  heaven  He 

spoke, 

To  heaven  He  led  His  followers'  way  ; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  He  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

3  "Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's 

home  ; 

Come,  all  ye  wear}-  ones,  and  rest : " 
Yes,  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  Thee,  love  Thee,  and  be  blest. 


Psalm  45. 


1  Now  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 
The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, — 
Jesus,  the  Lord ;  how  heavenly  fair 
His  form !  how  bright  His  beauties  are ! 

2  O'er  all  the  sons  of  human  race 
He  shines  with  a  superior  grace  ; 
Love  from  His  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  blessings  all  His  state  compose. 

3  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  stands  ; 
Grace  is  the  sceptre  in  Thy  hands  ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  just  and  right ; 
Justice  and  grace  are  Thy  delight. 

4  God !  Thine  own  God,  has  richly  shed 
His  oil  of  gladness  on  Thy  head  ; 
And  with  His  sacred  Spirit  blessed 
His  first-born  Son  above  the  rest. 


TRANSFIGURATION. 


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1  How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine 
That  in  Thy  meekness  used  to  shine, 
That  lit  Thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 

In  wondrous  love,  O  Son  of  God  ! 

2  Oh  who  like  Thee,  so  calm,  so  bright, 
So  pure,  so  made  to  live  in  light, — 
Oh  who  like  Thee  did  ever  go 

So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe  ? 

3  Oh  who  like  Thee,  so  humbly  bore 
The  scorn,  the  scoffs  of  men,  before  ? 
So  meek,  forgiving,  godlike,  high, 

So  glorious  in  humility  ? 

4  E'en  death, which  sets  the  prisoner  free, 
Was  pang  and  scoff  and  scorn  to  Thee ; 
Yet  love  through  all  Thy  torture  glowed, 
And  mercy  with  Thy  life-blood  flowed. 

5  Oh,  in  Thy  light,  be  mine  to  go, 
Illuming  all  my  way  of  woe  ! 
And  give  me  ever  on  the  road 

To  trace  Thy  footsteps,  Son  of  God  ! 

I38 

1  My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  Thy  word  ; 
But  in  Thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  Thy  truth,  and  such  Thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  Thy  Father's  will, 


Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 
I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  Thy  prayer ; 
The  desert  Thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  Thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  Thou  my  Pattern ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  Thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my 

name 

Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

*39 

1  O  wondrous  type,  O  vision  fair, 

Of  glory  that  the  Church  shall  share, 
Which  Christ  upon  the  mountain  shows, 
Where  brighter  than  the  sun  He  glows  ! 

2  With  shining  face  and  bright  array, 
Christ  deigns  to  manifest  to-day 
What  glory  shall  be  theirs  above, 
Who  joy  in  God  with  perfect  love. 

3  And  faithful  hearts  are  raised  on  high 
By  this  great  vision's  mystery  ; 

For  which  in  joyful  strains  we  raise 
The  voice  of  prayer,  the  hymn  of  praise. 

4  O  Father,  with  the  Eternal  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  ever  One, 
Vonchsafe  to  bring  us  by  Thy  grace 
To  see  Thy  glory  face  to  face. 


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1  Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty ! 
Hark !  all  the  tribes  Hosanna  cry  : 
O  Saviour  meek,  pursue  Thy  road 
With  palms  and  scattered  garments 

strowed. 

2  Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
In  lowly  pomp,  ride  on  to  die  : 

O  Christ,  Thy  triumphs  now  begin 
O'er  captive  death  and  conquered  sin. 

3  Ride  on !  ride  on  in  majesty ! 
The  angel  armies  of  the  sky 

Look  down  with  sad  and  wondering 
eyes 

To  see  the  approaching  sacrifice. 

4  Ride  on!  ride  on  in  majesty! 
The  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh  : 
The  Father  on  His  sapphire  Throne 
Awaits  His  own  anointed  Son. 

5  Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
In  lowly  pomp,  ride  on  to  die  ; 
Bow  Thy  meek  head  to  mortal  pain, 
Then  take,  O  God,  Thy  power,  and 

reign. 


141 

1  To  Thee  be  glory,  honor,  praise, 
Jesus,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  King ! 
Inspired  with  joy  at  Thine  approach, 
Thy  children  loud  Hosannas  sing. 

2  Hail,  Israel's  King  !   Hail,  David's 

Son! 

Hail,  Thou  that  in  Jehovah's  name 
Dids't  come  Thy  people  to  redeem, 
And  comest  now  Thy  crown  to  claim  ! 

3  Then,  in  Thy  way  to  Salem's  courts, 
They  met  Thee  with  triumphal  palms ; 
Now,  for  Thy  glad  return  we  watch 
With  longing  prayers,  and  vows,  and 

psalms. 

4  Then,  from  the  shouts  of  fickle  joy 
Thou  passedst  to   Thy  cross,  Thy 

grave ; 

Now,  from  the  dawn  of  endless  day, 
We  welcome  Him  that  comes  to  save. 

5  To  Thee,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  King, 
To  Thee  be  glory,  honor,  praise ! 

At  Thine  approach,  with  joy  inspired, 
Thy  children  loud  Hosannas  raise. 


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142 

1  Wake  the  song,  O  Zion's  daughter, 

Bid  the  glad  Hosannas  ring 
Unto  Him  who  brings  salvation, 

Our  Redeemer  and  our  King ! 
Glory  be  to  Him  who  cometh 

In  the  name  of  Israel's  Lord ; 
Zion's  children  bid  Thee  welcome, 

King  of  kings,  Incarnate  Word  ! 
Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 

2  As  the  children  of  the  Hebrews 

With  their  palms  before  Thee  went, 
So  our  praise,  and  prayers,  and  anthems, 

Unto  Thee  we  now  present : 
Thou  wast  hastening  to  Thy  passion 

When  they  woke  the  song  of  praise, 
Thou  art  coming  in  Thy  glory 

While  our  melody  we  raise  : 
Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 


3  Glory,  honor,  and  salvation 
To  the  Lamb  our  Ruler  be ! 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer, 

So  with  songs  we  welcome  Thee ! 
Thee,  the  company  of  angels 

Praise  and  magnify  on  high, 
While  with  longing  expectation 
All  Thy  saints  Hosanna  cry : 
Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation ; 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation  • 

Praise  the  Spirit  from  above ; 
Author  of  the  new  creation, 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live  ; 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  One  Jehovah  give  : 
Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 


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PASSION. 


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1  Many  woes  had  Christ  endured, 
Many  sore  temptations  met, 
Patient,  and  to  pains  inured  ; 
But  the  sorest  trial  yet 

Was  to  be  sustained  in  thee, 
Gloomy,  sad  Gethsemane. 

2  Came  at  length  the  dreadful  night ; 
Vengeance  with  its  iron  rod 
Stood,  and  with  collected  might, 
Bruised  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God : 
See,  my  soul,  the  Saviour  see 
Prostrate  in  Gethsemane. 

3  There  my  God  bore  all  my  guilt ; 
This  thro'  grace  can  be  believed  ; 
But  the  torments  which  He  felt 
Are  too  vast  to  be  conceived  ; 
None  can  penetrate  through  thee, 
Doleful,  dark  Gethsemane. 


4  All  my  sins  against  my  God, 
All  my  sins  against  His  laws, 
All  my  sins  against  His  blood, 
All  my  sins  against  His  cause, 
Sins  as  boundless  as  the  sea — 
Hide  me,  O  Gethsemane  ! 

5  Here's  my  claim,  and  here  alone  ; 
None  a  Saviour  more  can  need ; 
Deeds  of  righteousness  I've  none  ; 
Not  a  work  that  I  can  plead  ; 
Not  a  glimpse  of  hope  for  me, — 
Only  in  Gethsemane. 

6  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  Almighty  God  of  love, 
Praised  by  all  the  heavenly  host, 
In  Thy  shining  courts  above, 
We  poor  sinners,  Gracious  Three, 
Praise  Thee  for  Gethsemane. 


PASSION. 


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1  Blood  is  the  price  of  heaven  ; 

All  sin  that  price  exceeds  : 
"Oh,  come  to  be  forgiven ; 

He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds  ! 

2  Under  the  olive  boughs, 

Falling  like  ruby  beads, 
The  blood  drops  from  His  brows  ; 
He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds  ! 

3  While  the  fierce  scourges  fall 

The  precious  blood  still  pleads ; 
In  front  of  Pilate's  hall 

He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds  ! 

4  Beneath  the  thorny  crown 

The  crimson  fountain  speeds  ; 
See  how  it  trickles  down  • 

He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds  ! 

5  Bearing  the  fatal  wood, 

His  band  of  saints  He  leads, 
Marking  the  way  with  blood ; 
He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds ! 

6  On  Calvary  His  shame 

With  blood  still  intercedes ; 
His  open  wounds  proclaim 
He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds ! 

7  He  hangs  upon  the  tree, 

Hangs  there  for  my  misdeeds ; 
He  sheds  His  blood  for  me  ; 
He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds  I 

8  O  sweet,  O  precious  blood ! 

What  love,  what  love  it  breeds ! 
Ransom,  Reward,  and  Food ; 
He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds  ! 


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1  Ye  that  pass  by,  behold  the  Man ! 
The  Man  of  Grief  condemned  for  you, 
The  Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain, 
Weeping  to  Calvary  pursue. 

2  His  sacred  limbs  they  stretch,  they  tear, 
With  nails  they  fasten  to  the  wood ; 
His  sacred  limbs  !  exposed  and  bare, 
Or  only  covered  with  His  blood. 

3  Behold  His  temples  crowned  with  thorn, 
His  bleeding  hands  extended  wide, 
His  streaming  feet  transfixed  and  torn, 
The  fountain  gushing  from  His  side ! 

4  O  Thou  dear  suffering  Son  of  God, 
How  doth  Thy  heart  to  sinners  move ! 
Sprinkle  on  us  Thy  precious  blood, 
And  melt  us  with  Thy  dying  love  ! 

5  The  rocks  could  feel  Thy  powerful 

death, 

And  tremble  and  asunder  part ; 
Oh  rend  with  Thine  expiring  breath 
The  harder  marble  of  our  heart ! 

J^J_^  Psalm  69. 

1  Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord, 
Behold,  the  rising  billows  roll 
To  overwhelm  His  holy  soul ! 

2  Yet,  gracious  God,  Thy  power  and  love 
Have  made  the  curse  a  blessing  prove  ; 
The  dreadful  sufferings  of  Thy  Son 
Atoned  for  sins  which  we  had  done. 


3  Oh  for  His  sake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live  ! 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  His  name, 
Nor  shall  our  hope  be  turned  to  shame. 

147 

1  Oh  come  and  mourn  with  me  awhile  ; 
Oh  come  ye  to  the  Saviour's  side  ; 
Oh  come,  together  let  us  mourn ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

2  Have  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  Him, 
While  soldiers  scoff  and  Jews  deride  ? 
Ah,  look  how  patiently  He  hangs  ! 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

3  How  fast  His  hands  and  feet  are  nailed  ! 
His  throat  with  parching  thirst  is  dried  ; 
His  failing  eyes  are  dimmed  with  blood : 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

4  Seven  times  He  spake,  seven  words  of 

love ; 

And  all  three  hours  His  silence  cried 
For  mercy  on  the  souls  of  men  : 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

5  Come  let  us  stand  beneath  the  cross  ; 
So  may  the  blood  from  out  His  side 
Fall  gently  on  us  drop  by  drop  : 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

6  A  broken  heart,  a  fount  of  tears 
Ask,  and  they  will  not  be  denied  ; 

,  Lord  Jesus,  may  we  love  and  weep, 
Since  Thou  for  us  art  crucified. 


PASSION. 


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1  0  Sacred  Head,  now  wounded, 

With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down, 
Now  scornfully  surrounded 

With  thorns,  Thine  only  crown ; 
O  sacred  Head,  what  glory, 

What  bliss,  till  now  was  Thine  ! 
Yet  though  despised  and  gory, 

I  joy  to  call  Thee  mine. 

2  What  Thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain ; 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  Thine  the  deadly  pain : 
Lo,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour ! 

'T  is  I  deserve  Thy  place ; 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  favor, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  Thy  grace. 

3  The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken, 

Above  all  joys  beside, 
When  in  Thy  body  broken 

I  thus  with  safety  hide : 
My  Lord  of  Life,  desiring 

Thy  glory  now  to  see, 
Beside  Thy  cross  expiring, 

I'd  breathe  my  soul  to  Thee. 


What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  thank  Thee,  dearest  Friend, 
For  this  Thy  dying  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end  ? 
Oh  make  me  Thine  forever ; 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never, 

Outlive  my  love  to  Thee  ! 

And  when  I  am  departing, 

Oh  part  not  Thou  from  me  ! 
When  mortal  pangs  are  darting, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free ! 
And  when  my  heart  must  languish 

Amidst  the  final  throe, 
Release  me  from  mine  anguish, 

By  Thine  own  pain  and  woe ! 

Be  near  me  when  I'm  dying, 

Oh  show  Thy  cross  to  me ! 
And  for  my  succor  flying, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free ! 
These  eyes,  new  faith  receiving, 

From  Jesus  shall  not  move ; 
For  he  who  dies  believing, 

•Dies  safely,  through  Thy  love. 


149 

1  Near  the  cross  was  Mary  weeping, 
There  her  mournful  station  keeping, 

Gazing  on  her  dying  Son  : 
There  in  speechless  anguish  groaning, 
Yearning,  trembling,  sighing,  moaning, 

Through  her  soul  the  sword  had 

[gone ! 

2  What  He  for  His  people  suffered — 
Stripes,  and   scoffs,  and  insults  of- 
fered— 

His  fond  mother  saw  the  whole  ; 
Never  from  the  scene  retiring, 
Till  He  bowed  His  head  expiring, 

And  to  God  breathed  out  His  soul. 


3  But  we  have  no  need  to  borrow 
Motives  from  the  mother's  sorrow, 

At  our  Saviour's  cross  to  mourn  ; 
'Twas  our  sins  brought  Him  from 
heaven, 

These  the  cruel  nails  had  driven ; 
All  His  griefs  for  us  were  borne. 

4  When  no  eye  its  pity  gave  us, 
When  there  was  no  arm  to  save  us, 

He  His  love  and  power  displayed  ; 
By  His  stripes  He  wrought  our  healing, 
By  His  death,  our  life  revealing, 

He  for  us  the  ransom  paid. 


5  Jesus,  may  Thy  love  constrain  us, 
That  from  sin  we  may  refrain  us, 

In  Thy  griefs  may  deeply  grieve  ; 
Thee  our  best  affections  giving, 
To  Thy  glory  ever  living, 

May  we  in  Thy  glory  live. 


PASSION. 


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1  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  : 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  His  blood. 

3  See,  from  His  head,  His  hands,  His  feet, 
Sorrow  and  I  ove  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all ! 

151 

1  "  Tis  finished ! " — so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bowed  His  head,and  died  : 
"  'Tis  finished  ! " — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'Tis  finished  ! — all  that  heaven  foretold 
By  prophets  in  the  days  of  old  ; 

And  truths  are  opened  to  our  view 
That  kings  and  prophets  never  knew. 

3  'Tis  finished  ! — Son  of  God,  Thy  power 
Hath  triumphed  in  this  awful  hour  ; 
And  yet  our  eyes  with  sorrow  see 
That  life  to  us  was  death  to  Thee. 


4  'Tis  finished  ! — let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round ; 
'Tis  finished  ! — let  the  triumph  rise 
And  swell  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 

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1  Lord  Jesus,  when  we  stand  afar 
And  gaze  upon  Thy  holy  cross, 
In  love  of  Thee  and  scorn  of  self, 
Oh  may  we  count  the  world  as  loss ! 

2  When  we  behold  Thy  bleeding  wounds, 
And  the  rough  way  that  Thou  hast  trod, 
Make  us  to  hate  the  load  of  sin 
That  lay  so  heavy  on  our  God. 

3  O  Holy  Lord  !  uplifted  high 

With  outstretched  arms,  in  mortal  woe, 
Embracing  in  Thy  wondrous  love 
The  sinful  world  that  lies  below, — 

4  Give  us  an  everliving  faith 

To  gaze  beyond  the  things  we  see ; 
And  in  the  mystery  of  Thy  death 
Draw  us  and  all  men  unto  Thee  ! 

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1  Saviour,  I  lift  my  trembling  eyes 

To  that  bright  seat,  where,  placed  on 
high, 

The  great,  the  atoning  Sacrifice 
For  me,  for  all,  is  ever  nigh. 

2  Be  Thou  my  Guard  on  peril's  brink  ; 
Be  Thou  my  Guide  through  weal  or  woe ; 
And  teach  me  of  Thy  cup  to  drink, 
And  make  me  in  Thy  path  to  go. 


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1  Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  He  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  His  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 

While  His  dear  cross  appears  : 
Dissolve,  my  heart,  in  thankfulness ! 
And  melt,  mine  eyes,  to  tears  ! 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

1  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agony  and  blood, 
Who  fixed  His  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  His  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure,  never  till  my  latest  breath, 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  His  death? 
Though  not  a  word  He  spoke. 


3  A  second  look  He  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid  • 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

4  Thus  while  His  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

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1  And  did  the  Holy  and  the  Just, 

The  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dust, 
That  guilty  man  might  rise  ? 

2  He  took  the  dying  sinner's  place, 

And  suffered  in  his  stead ; 
For  man,  oh  miracle  of  grace  ! 
For  man  the  Saviour  bled. 

3  Dear  Lord,  what  heavenly  wonders 

dwell 

In  Thine  atoning  blood ! 
By  this  are  sinners  saved  from  hell, 
And  rebels  brought  to  God. 

4  Jesus,  my  soul  adoring,  bends 

To  love  so  full,  so  free ; 
And  may  I  hope  that  love  extends 
Its  sacred  power  to  me  ? 

5  What  glad  return  can  I  impart 

For  favors  so  divine  ? 
Oh  take  my  all,  this  worthless  heart, 
And  make  it  only  Thine ! 


PASSION. 


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1  O'erwhelmed  in  depths  of  woe, 

Upon  the  tree  of  scorn 
Hangs  the  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
With  racking  anguish  torn. 

2  Hark  !  with  what  awful  cry 

His  spirit  takes  its  flight ; 
That  cry,  it  pierced  His  mother's 
heart, 

And  whelmed  her  soul  in  night. 

3  Earth  hears,  and  to  its  base 

Rocks  wildly  to  and  fro  ; 
Tombs  burst ;  seas,  rivers,  mountains 
quake ■ 
The  veil  is  rent  in  two. 

4  The  sun  withdraws  his  light, 

The  midday  heavens  grow  pale, 
The  moon,  the  stars,  the  universe, 
Their  Maker's  death  bewail. 

5  Shall  man  alone  be  mute  ? 

Come,  youth  and  hoary  hairs, 
Come,  rich  and  poor,  come,  all  man- 
kind, 

And  bathe  those  feet  in  tears ! 

6  Come,  fall  before  His  cross 

Who  shed  for  us  His  blood  ; 
Who  died  the  Victim  of  pure  love, 
To  make  us  sons  of  God. 

158 

1  Like  sheep  we  went  astray, 
And  broke  the  fold  of  God, 


Each  wandering  in  a  different  way, 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 

When  God  our  wanderings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  His  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 

When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke  ! 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays, 
A  ransom  for  the  flock  ! 

159 

1  Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  • 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood,  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  Thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  Thou  didst  bear 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  His  bleeding  love. 


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1  Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary ; 
See  !  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 
Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky 

"  It  is  finished  !" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

2  "  It  is  finished  !" — oh,  what  pleasure 

Do  these  precious  words  afford ! 
Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord  : 

"  It  is  finished  !" 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme ; 
All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  ! 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

161 

i  Jesus  came,  the  heavens  adoring, 

Came  with  peace  from  realms  on 
high ; 

Jesus  came  for  man's  redemption 
Lowly  came  on  earth  to  die  ; 


Hallelujah! 
Came  in  deep  humility. 

2  Jesus  comes  again  in  mercy, 

When  our  hearts  are  bowedwith  care ; 
Jesus  comes  again  in  answer 
To  our  earnest,  heartfelt  prayer 

Hallelujah! 
Comes  to  save  us  from  despair. 

3  Jesus  comes  to  souls  rejoicing, 

Bringing  news  of  sin  forgiven  ; 
Jesus  comes  in  sounds  of  gladness, 
Lifting  up  our  souls  to  heaven ; 

Hallelujah! 
Now  the  gate  of  death  is  riven. 

4  Jesus  comes  in  joy  and  sorrow, 

Shares  alike  our  hopes  and  fears  ; 
Jesus  comes  whate'er  befalls  us, 
Glads  our  hearts  and  dries  our  tears 

Hallelujah  ! 
Cheering  e'en  our  failing  years. 

5  Jesus  comes  on  clouds,  triumphant, 

When  the  heavens  shall  pass  away ; 
Jesus  comes  again  in  glory  ; 
Let  us  then  our  homage  pay : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Sing  we  "  till  the  break  of  day." 


PASSION. 


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1  Bound  upon  the  accursed  tree, 
Faint  and  bleeding,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  eyes  so  pale  and  dim, 
Streaming  blood  and  writhing  limb, 
By  the  flesh  with  scourges  torn, 

By  the  crown  of  twisted  thorn, 
By  the  side  so  deeply  pierced, 
By  the  baffled,  burning  thirst, 
By  the  drooping,  death-dewed  brow ; 
Son  of  Man !  'tis  Thou  !  'tis  Thou ! 

2  Bound  upon  the  accursed  tree, 
Dread  and  awful,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  sun  at  noonday  pale, 
Shivering  rocks  and  rending  veil, 
By  earth  that  trembles  at  His  doom, 
By  yonder  saints  that  burst  their  tomb, 
By  Eden,  promised  ere  He  died 

To  the  felon  at  His  side ; 

Lord  !  our  suppliant  knees  we  bow ; 

Son  of  God,  'tis  Thou  !  'tis  Thou ! 


3  Bound  upon  the  accursed  tree, 
Sad  and  dying,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  last  and  bitter  cry, 
The  ghost  given  up  in  agony ; 
By  the  lifeless  body  laid 

In  the  chamber  of  the  dead  ; 
By  the  mourners  come  to  weep 
Where  the  bones  of  Jesus  sleep  ; 
Crucified  !  we  know  Thee  now ; 
Son  of  Man,  'tis  Thou  !  'tis  Thou ! 

4  Bound  upon  the  accursed  tree, 
Dread  and  awful,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  prayer  for  them  that  slew, 

"  Lord  !  they  know  not  what  they  do !" 
By  the  spoiled  and  empty  grave, 
By  the  souls  He  died  to  save, 
By  the  conquest  He  hath  won, 
By  the  saints  before  His  throne, 
By  the  rainbow  round  His  brow ; 
Son  of  God,  'tis  Thou !  'tis  Thou ! 


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COWPER.     C.  M. 


I  6^  (In  ordinary  use.) 

1  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 

Drawn  from  ImmanuePs  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  • 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  Thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering 
tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

I  64.  (The  Original.) 

1  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 

Drawn  from  ImmanuePs  veins ; 
And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Washed  all  my  sins  away. 


Dear  dying  Lamb,  Thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 

Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 
E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 

And  shall  be  till  I  die. 
Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering 
tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 
Lord,  I  believe  Thou  hast  prepared, 

Unworthy  though  I  be, 
For  me  a  blood-bought  free  reward, 

A  golden  harp  for  me  : 
'Tis  strung,  and  tuned  for  endless  years, 

And  formed  by  power  divine, 
To  sound  in  God  the  Father's  ears 

No  other  name  but  Thine. 


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My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 
Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 

Sprinkle  me  ever  with  Thy  blood, 
And  cleanse,  and  keep  me  clean. 

Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  Thine 
own  ; 

Wash  me,  and  mine  Thou  art ! 
Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone  ; 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart  I 


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1  Resting  from  His  work  to-day, 
In  the  tomb  the  Saviour  lay ; 
Still  He  slept,  from  head  to  feet 
Shrouded  in  the  winding  sheet, 
Lying  in  the  rock  alone, 
Hidden  by  the  sealed  stone. 

2  Late  at  even  there  was  seen 
Watching  long  the  Magdalene ; 
Early,  ere  the  break  of  day, 
Sorrowful  she  took  her  way 
To  the  holy  garden  glade, 
Where  her  buried  Lord  was  laid. 

3  So  with  Thee,  till  life  shall  end, 
I  would  solemn  vigil  spend ; 
Let  me  hew  Thee,  Lord,  a  shrine 
In  this  rocky  heart  of  mine, 
Where  in  pure  embalmed  cell 
None  but  Thee  may  ever  dwell. 

4  Myrrh  and  spices  will  I  bring, 
True  affection's  offering ; 

Close  the  door  from  sight  and  sound 
Of  the  busy  world  around  • 
And  in  patient  watch  remain 
Till  my  Lord  appear  again. 


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1  All  is  over !  pain  and  sorrow, 

Human  taunts  and  fiendish  spite  ; 
Death  shall  be  despoiled  to-morrow 

Of  the  prey  he  grasps  to-night ; 
Yet,  to  seal  the  Victim's  doom, 
Christ  must  sleep  within  the  tomb. 

2  Fierce  and  deadly  was  the  anguish, 

Which  on  yonder  cross  He  bore  ; 
How  did  soul  and  body  languish, 

Till  the  toil  of  death  was  o'er ! 
But  that  toil,  so  fierce  and  dread, 
Bruised  and  crushed  the  serpent's  head. 

3  Close  and  still  the  cave  that  holds  Him, 

While  in  brief  repose  He  lies ; 
Deep  the  slumber  that  enfolds  Him, 

Veiled  awhile  from  mortal  eyes ; 
Slumber  such  as  needs  must  be 
After  hard-won  victory. 

4  Now  to-night,  with  plaintive  voicing, 

Chant  His  requiem  soft  and  low ; 
Loftier  strains  of  loud  rejoicing 

From  to-morrow's  harps  shall  flow ; 
Heaviness  endures  with  night, 
Joy  is  born  with  morning  light. 


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1  Our  sins,  our  sorrows,  Lord,  were  laid  on  Thee; 
Thy  stripes  have  healed,  Thy  bonds  have  set  us  free; 
And  now  Thy  toil  is  o'er;  Thy  grief  and  pain 

Have  passed  away;  the  veil  is  rent  in  twain. 

2  Now  hast  Thou  laid  Thee  down  in  perfect  peace 
Where  all  the  wicked  from  their  troubling  cease, 
Thy  tranquil  Sabbath  in  the  grave  to  keep : 

Thy  Father  giveth  His  Beloved  sleep. 

3  Yet  in  Thy  glory,  on  the  throne  above, 
Thou  wast  abiding  ever,  Love  of  Love, 
Eternal,  filling  all  created  things 

With  Thine  own  presence,  Jesus,  King  of  kings ! 

4  E'en  now  our  place  is  with  Thee  on  the  throne, 
For  Thou  abidest  ever  with  Thine  own ; 

Yet  in  the  tomb  with  Thee,  we  watch  for  day ; 
Oh,  let  Thine  angel  roll  the  stone  away ! 

5  Oh,  by  Thy  life  within  us,  set  us  free ! 
Reveal  the  glory  that  is  hid  with  Thee ! 
Glory  to  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Holy  Spirit,  ever  One. 


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1  Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb  ; 
Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom ; 

Day  of  triumph  !  through  the  skies 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise ! 

2  Christian,  dry  your  flowing  tears  ; 
Chase  those  unbelieving  fears  ; 
Look  on  His  deserted  grave ; 
Doubt  no  more  His  power  to  save. 

3  Ye,  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade  ; 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away ; 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

4  Lo  !  the  rising  sun  appears, 
Shedding  radiance  o'er  the  spheres  ; 
Lo  !  returning  beams  of  light 
Chase  the  terrors  of  the  night. 

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1  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 
Our  triumphant  holy-day ; 

He  endured  the  cross  and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 

2  Lo,  He  rises,  mighty  King ! 
Where,  O  Death  !  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Lo,  He  claims  His  native  sky ! 
Grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

3  Sinners,  see  your  ransom  paid, 
Peace  with  God  forever  made ; 
With  your  risen  Saviour  rise, 
Claim  with  Him  the  purchased  skies. 


4  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 
Our  triumphant  holy  day ; 
Loud  the  song  of  victory  raise  ; 
Shout  the  great  Redeemer's  praise. 

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1  Angels,  roll  the  rock  away ! 
Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey! 
See,  the  Saviour  leaves  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  Hark  !  the  wondering  angels  raise 
Louder  notes  of  joyful  praise  ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Echo  with  the  blissful  sound. 

3  Saints  on  earth,  lift  up  your  eyes ; 
Now  to  glory  see  Him  rise 

In  long  triumph  through  the  sky, 
Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high. 

4  Heaven  unfolds  its  portals  wide ; 
Mighty  Conqueror,  through  them  ride ! 
King  of  glory,  mount  Thy  throne  ! 
Boundless  empire  is  Thine  own. 

5  Powers  of  heaven,  seraphic  choirs, 
Sing  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres  ; 
Sons  of  men,  in  humbler  strain 
Sing  your  mighty  Saviour's  reign. 

6  Every  note  with  wonder  swell, 
Sin  o'erthrown,  and  captive  hell  I 
Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Where  thy  terrors,  vanquished  king  ? 


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1  "  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day," 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say ; 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won ; 
Lo,  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er ; 
Lo,  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ; 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell ! 
Death  in  vain  forbids  His  rise ; 
Christ  hath  opened  Paradise  ! 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  : 

"  Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ?" 

Once  He  died,  our  souls  to  save ; 

"  Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  ?" 

5  Hail,  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven ! 
Praise  to  Thee  by  both  be  given  1 
Thee  we  greet  triumphant  now  ; 
Hail !  the  resurrection,  Thou  ! 

173 

1  Hail  to  Thee,  our  risen  King  ! 
Joyfully  Thy  praise  we  sing ; 
For,  the  mighty  conflict  o'er, 
Now  Thou  livest  evermore. 


2  Thou  within  the  tomb  hast  slept, 
Angel-guards  Thy  vigil  kept ; 
'Twas  their  word  to  Mary  brought 
Tidings  of  the  Lord  she  sought : 

3  "  Seek  Him  not  among  the  dead, 
He  is  risen,  as  He  said  :" 
Gladdened  by  the  angelic  word, 
Turning,  she  beheld  her  Lord. 

4  Fain  like  Mary,  Lord,  would  we 
In  Thy  glorious  presence  be  ; 
Hear  Thy  voice  and  see  Thy  face, 
Praise  Thee  for  Thy  wondrous  grace. 

5  Resurrection-life  hast  Thou 
Given  to  Thy  people  now  ; 

Haste  the  time  when  raised  to  Thee, 
We  shall  manifested  be. 

6  Blessed  Saviour,  Victor,  King, 
Hear  us  now  Thy  triumphs  sing, 
While  we  celebrate  Thy  praise, 
And  our  hallelujahs  raise. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  His  love ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


RESURRECTION. 


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1  Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose, 

The  Saviour  left  the  dead, 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 

High  raised  His  conquering  head ; 


In  wild  dismay 
The  guards  around 


Fall  to  the  ground 
And  sink  away. 


2  Lo,  the  angelic  bands 
In  full  assembly  meet 
To  wait  His  high  commands, 
And  worship  at  His  feet : 


Joyful  they  come, 
And  wing  their  way 


From  realms  of  day 
To  Jesus'  tomb. 


3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 
And  the  glad  tidings  bear  • 
Hark !  as  they  soar  on  high, 
What  music  fills  the  air ! 


Their  anthems  say, 
"  Jesus  who  bled 


Hath  left  the  dead; 
He  rose  to-day." 


4  Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sound, 
Redeemed  by  Him  from  hell, 
And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe  on  which  you  dwell ; 


Transported  cry, 
"  Jesus  who  bled 


Hath  left  the  dead?i, 
No  more  to  die." 


5  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord, 

Who  sav'st  us  with  Thy  blood ! 
Wide  be  Thy  name  adored, 
Thou  rising,  reigning  God  ! 


With  Thee  we  rise, 
With  Thee  we  reign, 


And  empires  gain* 
Beyond  the  skies.. 


DOXOLOGY. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit  ever  blest, 

Eternal  Three  in  One, 
All  worship  be  addressed  : 


As  heretofore 
It  was,  is  now, 


And  shall  be  so), 
For  evermore !. 


82 


RESURRECTION. 


RED  CLIFF.  8,8,8,4. 


J75 

1  Ye  sons  and  daughters  of  the  Lord  ! 
The  King  of  glory,  King  adored, 
This  day  Himself  from  death  restored. 

Hallelujah! 

2  On  Sunday  morn,  at  break  of  day, 
The  faithful  women  went  their  way 
To  see  the  tomb  where  Jesus  lay. 

Hallelujah! 

3  Then  straightway  one  in  white  they 

see, 

Who  saith,  "  Ye  seek  the  Lord,  but  He 
Is  risen  and  gone  to  Galilee." 
Hallelujah! 

4  That  night  the  apostles  met  in  fear, 
But  Christ  did  in  the  midst  appear, 

"  My  peace,"  He  said,  "  be  on  all 
here  !" 

Hallelujah! 

5  When  Thomas  first  these  tidings  heard, 
He  doubted  if  it  were  the  Lord, 
Until  He  came  and  spake  this  word : — 

Hallelujah! 

6  "  Behold  My  side,  O  Thomas,  see ! 
My  hands,  My  feet,  I  show  to  thee, 
Nor  faithless,  but  believing  be." 

Hallelujah! 

7  When  Thomas  saw  that  wounded  side, 
The  truth  no  longer  he  denied  ; 
"Thou  art  my  Lord  and  God!"  he 

cried. 

Hallelujah » 


8  How  blest  are  they  who  have  not  seen, 
And  yet  whose  faith  hath  constant 

been, 

For  they  eternal  life  shall  win. 
Hallelujah ! 

9  On  this  most  holy  Day  of  days, 

To  God  your  hearts  and  voices  raise 
In  laud  and  jubilee  and  praise  ! 

Hallelujah !  Amen. 

I76 

1  The  strife  is  o'er,  the  battle  done  ; 
The  triumph  of  the  Lord  is  won ; 
Oh  let  the  song  of  praise  be  sung ! 

Hallelujah ! 

2  The  powers  of  death  have  done  their 

worst, 

And  Jesus  hath  His  foes  dispersed; 
Let  shouts  of  praise  and  joy  outburst! 
Hallelujah! 

3  On  that  third  morn  He  rose  again 
In  glorious  majesty  to  reign  ; 

Oh  let  us  swell  the  joyful  strain! 
Hallelujah! 

4  He  closed  the  yawning  gates  of  hell ; 
The  bars  from  heaven's  high  portals 

fell; 

Let  songs  of  joy  His  triumphs  tell ! 
Hallelujah! 

5  Lord,  by  the  stripes  which  wounded 

Thee,  [free, 
From  death's  dread  sting  Thy  servants 
That  we  may  live,  and  sing  to  Thee ! 
Hallelujah !  Amen. 


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1  Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  again, 
Christ  hath  broken  every  chain ; 
Hark,  angelic  voices  cry, 
Singing  evermore  on  high, 

Hallelujah! 

2  He  who  bore  all  pain  and  loss 
Comfortless  upon  the  cross, 
Lives  in  glory  now  on  high, 
Pleads  for  us  and  hears  our  cry : 

Hallelujah! 

3  He  who  slumbered  in  the  grave 
Is  exalted  now  to  save  ; 

Now  through  Christendom  it  rings 
That  the  Lamb  is  King  of  kings  : 
Hallelujah! 

4  Now  He  bids  us  tell  abroad 
How  the  lost  may  be  restored, 
How  the  penitent  forgiven, 
How  we  too  may  enter  Heaven : 

Hallelujah ! 


5  Thou,  our  Paschal  Lamb  indeed, 
Christ,  Thy  ransomed  people  feed ! 
Take  our  sins  and  guilt  away, 
That  we  all  may  sing  for  aye, 
Hallelujah! 

I78 

1  Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day, 
Our  triumphant  holy  day, 
Who  did  once,  upon  the  Cross, 
Suffer  to  redeem  our  loss. 

Hallelujah ! 

2  But  the  pain  which  He  endured 
Our  salvation  hath  procured  ; 
Now  above  the  sky  He's  King, 
Where  the  angels  ever  sing, 

Hallelujah! 

3  Hymns  of  praise  then  let  us  sing 
Unto  Christ,  our  heavenly  King, 
Who  endured  the  cross  and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 

Hallelujah! 


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1  How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn 

That  gilds  the  sacred  tomb 
Where  once  the  Crucified  was  borne, 

And  veiled  in  midnight  gloom  ! 
Oh  weep  no  more  the  Saviour  slain  • 
The  Lord  is  risen,  He  lives  again. 

2  Ye  mourning  saints,  dry  every  tear 

For  your  departed  Lord  ; 
"Behold  the  place,  He  is  not  here !" 


The  tomb  is  all  unbarred  ; 
The  gates  of  death  were  closed  in  vain  ; 
The  Lord  is  risen,  He  lives  again. 

3  Now  cheerful  to  the  house  of  prayer 
Your  early  footsteps  bend ; 
The  Saviour  will  Himself  be  there, 

Your  Advocate  and  Friend ; 
Once  by  the  law  your  hopes  were  slain, 
But  now  in  Christ  ye  live  again. 


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ALEXANDER.     S.  M. 


I  80 

1  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  :" 

The  grave  hath  lost  its  prey ; 
With  Him  shall  rise  the  ransomed  seed 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 

2  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  :" 

He  lives,  to  die  no  more ; 
He  lives  His  people's  cause  to  plead, 
Whose  curse  and  shame  He  bore. 

3  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  :" 

Attending  angels,  hear ! 
Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed, 
The  joyful  tidings  bear  ! 

4  Then  take  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  cheerful  chord ; 
Join  all  the  bright,  celestial  choirs, 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord ! 

181 

1  We  keep  the  festival 

Of  the  slain  Lamb  our  King ; 
The  Red  Sea  passed,  and  safe  at  last, 
Our  Leader's  praise  we  sing. 

2  His  love  ineffable 

He  pledged  in  precious  blood ; 
Our  Priest  most  high,  the  altar  by, 
Himself  devoting,  stood. 

3  The  sacred  crimson  sign 

The  avenging  angel  knew ; 


The  waters  fled  beneath  Christ's  tread, 
And  gave  a  pathway  through. 

4  Christ  is  our  Passover  ! 

And  we  will  keep  the  feast 
With  the  new  leaven,  the  bread  of 
heaven ; 
All  welcome,  even  the  least. 

5  O  Heavenly  Champion, 

Death  thought  to  vanquish  Thee ; 
But  death  is  slain,  and  Thou  again 
Art  risen,  and  we  are  free  ! 

6  Hail,  mighty  Conqueror  ! 

Under  Thy  glorious  feet 
The  tyrant  lies,  and  gasps,  and  dies  : 
What  praise  for  Thee  is  meet ! 

7  Forth  from  the  gloomy  prison, 

Jesus,  we  follow  Thee, 
With  broken  chain,  with  ended  pain, 
To  life  and  liberty ! 

8  All  glory  be  to  Thee  ! 

All  worship  to  Thy  Name ! 
Thee  we  adore,  and  evermore 
Will  celebrate  Thy  fame  ! 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  the  eternal  Three, 
In  will  and  essence  one  ; 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 
Co-equal  honor  done. 


86  RESURRECTION 
OAKSVILLE.     C.  M. 


l82 

1  I  say  to  all  men,  far  and  near, 

That  He  is  risen  again  ; 
That  He  is  with  us  now  and  here, 
And  ever  shall  remain. 

2  And  what  I  say,  let  each  this  morn 

Go  tell  it  to  his  friend, 
That  soon  in  every  place  shall  dawn 
His  Kingdom  without  end. 

3  Now  first  to  souls  who  thus  awake, 

Seems  earth  a  fatherland  ; 
A  new  and  endless  life  they  take 
With  rapture  from  His  hand. 

4  The  fears  of  death  and  of  the  grave 

Are  whelmed  beneath  the  sea ; 
And  every  heart,  now  light  and  brave, 
May  face  the  things  to  be. 

5  Now  let  the  mourner  grieve  no  more, 

Though  his  beloved  sleep  ; 
A  happier  meeting  shall  restore 
Their  light  to  eyes  that  weep. 

6  He  lives  !  His   presence   hath  not 

ceased, 

Though  foes  and  fears  be  rife ; 
And  thus  we  hail  in  Easter's  feast, 
A  world  renewed  to  life  ! 


Gloria  in  Excelsis. 


1  To  God  be  glory,  peace  on  earth, 

To  all  mankind  good  will ; 
We  bless,  we  praise,  we  worship  Thee, 
And  glorify  Thee  still : 

2  And  thanks  for  Thy  great  glory  give, 

That  fills  our  souls  with  light : 
O  Lord  God  1  Heavenly  King !  the 
God 

And  Father  of  all  might ! 

3  And  Thou,  begotten  Son  of  God, 

Before  all  time  begun ; 
O  Jesus  Christ !  God  !  Lamb  of  God ! 
The  Father's  only  Son  ! 

4  Have  mercy,  Thou  that  tak'st  the  sin 

Of  all  the  world  away ; 
Have  mercy,  Saviour  of  mankind, 
And  hear  us  when  we  pray  ! 

5  O  Thou  who  sitt'st  at  God's  right  hand, 

Upon  the  Father's  throne, 
Have  mercy  on  us,  Thou,  O  Christ, 
Who  art  the  Holy  One  ! 

6  Thou,  Lord,  who  with  the  Holy  Ghost, 

Whom  earth  and  heaven  adore, 
In  glory  of  the  Father  art 
Most  High  for  evermore. 


RESURRECTION. 


87 


WHITTEN.     C.  M. 


184 

1  O  Love  !  which  lightens  all  distress, 

Love,  death  cannot  destroy ; 

0  grave  !  whose  very  emptiness 
To  faith  is  full  of  joy  ! 

2  Let  but  that  Love  our  hearts  supply 

From  heaven's  exhaustless  spring, 
Then  grave, where  is  thy  victory? 
And  death, where  is  thy  sting? 

185 

1  O  Jesus,  when  I  think  of  Thee, 

Thy  manger,  cross,  and  throne, 
My  spirit  trusts  exultingly 
In  Thee,  and  Thee  alone. 

2  I  see  Thee  in  Thy  weakness  first ; 

Then,  glorious  from  Thy  shame, 

1  see  Thee  death's  strong  fetters  burst, 
And  reach  heaven's  mightiest  name. 

3  In  each,  a  brother's  love  I  trace 

By  power  divine  exprest, 
One  in  Thy  Father  God's  embrace, 
As  on  Thy  mother's  breast. 

4  For  me  Thou  didst  become  a  man, 

For  me  didst  weep  and  die  ; 
For  me  achieve  Thy  wondrous  plan, 
For  me  ascend  on  high. 

5  Oh  let  me  share  Thy  holy  birth, 

Thy  faith,  Thy  death  to  sin  ! 
And,  strong  amidst  the  toils  of  earth, 
My  heavenly  life  begin. 


6  Then  shall  I  know  what  means  the 
strain 

Triumphant  of  Saint  Paul : 
"  To  live  is  Christ,  to  die  is  gain.;" 
"  Christ  is  my  all  in  all." 

186 

1  The  morning  purples  all  the  sky, 

The  air  with  praises  rings, 
Defeated  hell  stands  sullen  by, 
The  world  exulting  sings  : 

2  While  He,  the  King  all  strong  to  save, 

Rends  the  dark  doors  away, 
And  through  the  breaches  of  the  grave 
Strides  forth  into  the  day. 

3  Death's  captive,  in  his  gloomy  prison 

Fast  fettered  He  has  lain ; 
But  He  has  mastered  death,  is  risen, 
And  death  wears  now  the  chain. 

4  The  shining  angels  cry,  "Away 

With  grief ;  no  spices  bring ; 
Not  tears,  but  songs,  this  joyful  day, 
Should  greet  the  rising  King  !" 

5  That  Thou  our  Paschal  Lamb  may 'st  be^ 

And  endless  joy  begin, 
Jesus,  Deliverer,  set  us  free 
From  the  dread  death  of  sin. 

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All  praise  and  worship  be 
On  earth,  in  heaven,  to  God  Most 
High, 

For  Christ's  great  victory ! 


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1  Hail,  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise, 
Ravished  from  our  wishful  eyes ! 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Reascends  His  native  heaven  : 
There  the  pompous  triumph  waits  : 
"  Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 
Take  the  King  of  Glory  in  !" 

2  Him  though  highest  heaven  receives, 
Still  He  loves  the  earth  He  leaves ; 
Though  returning  to  His  throne, 
Still  He  calls  mankind  His  own : 
Still  for  us  His  death  He  pleads, 
Prevalent  He  intercedes, 

Near  Himself  prepares  our  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

3  Master,  will  we  ever  say, 
Taken  from  our  head  to-day, 
See  Thy  faithful  servants,  see, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  Thee  ! 

Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
High  above  yon  azure  height, 
Grant,  our  hearts  may  thither  rise, 
Following  Thee  beyond  the  skies ! 


4  Ever  upward  let  us  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love ; 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come, 
Longing,  gasping  after  home  : 
There  we  shall  with  Thee  remain, 
Partners  of  Thy  endless  reign ; 
There  Thy  face  unclouded  see, 
Find  our  heaven  of  heavens  in  Thee. 

188 

1  Crowns  of  glory  ever  bright 

Rest  upon  the  Conqueror's  head ; 
Crowns  of  glory  are  His  right, 

His  "who  liveth  and  was  dead." 
He  subdued  the  powers  of  hell ; 

In  the  fight  He  stood  alone  • 
All  His  foes  before  Him  fell, 

By  His  single  arm  o'erthrown. 

2  His  the  battle,  His  the  toil, 

His  the  honors  of  the  day, 
His  the  glory  and  the  spoil ; 

Jesus  Dears  them  all  away: 
Now  proclaim  His  deeds  afar ; 

Fill  the  world  with  His  renown ; 
His  alone  the  victor's  car, 

His  the  everlasting  crown ! 


ASCENSION. 


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1  Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead ; 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  His  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay: 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  ! 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  the  ethereal  scene ; 
He  claims  those  mansions  as  His  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in. 

4  Who  is  the  King  of  glory — who  ? 
The  Lord  that  all  His  foes  o'ercame ; 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'er- 

threw ; 

And  Jesus  is  the  Conqueror's  name. 

5  Lo,  His  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way ! 

6  Who  is  the  King  of  glory — who  ? 
The  Lord   of  glorious   power  pos- 
ses t, 

The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  forever  blest. 

I9O 

1  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  ; 
What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives ! 


He  lives,  He  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives,  my  ever-living  Head ! 

2  He  lives  triumphant  from  the  grave ; 
He  lives  eternally  to  save  ; 

He  lives  all  glorious  in  the  sky  • 
He  lives  exalted  there  on  high. 

3  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  His  love ; 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above ; 
He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed ; 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

4  He  lives  to  grant  me  rich  supply  • 
He  lives  to  guide  me  with  His  eye  ; 
He  lives  to  comfort  me  when  faint  • 
He  lives  to  hear  my  soul's  complaint. 

5  He  lives  to  silence  all  my  fears  ; 

He  lives  to  stoop  and  wipe  my  tears  ; 
He  lives  to  calm  my  troubled  heart ; 
He  lives  all  blessings  to  impart. 

6  He   lives,  my  kind,  wise,  heavenly 

Friend ; 

He  lives  and  loves  me  to  the  end ; 
He  lives,  and  while  He  lives  Til  sing, 
He  lives,  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

7  He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath  ; 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death  ; 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare ; 

He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

8  He  lives,  all  glory  to  His  Name ; 
He  lives,  my  Jesus,  still  the  same ; 
Oh,  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives. 


90 


ASCENSION. 


KIMBALL 


191 

1  O  Saviour,  who  for  man  hast  trod 
The  winepress  of  the  wrath  of  God, 
Ascend,  and  claim  again  on  high 
Thy  glory,  left  for  us  to  die. 

2  A  radiant  cloud  is  now  Thy  seat, 
And  earth  lies  stretched  beneath  Thy 

feet ;  [sing, 
Ten  thousand  thousands  round  Thee 
And  share  the  triumph  of  their  King. 

3  The  angel-host  enraptured  waits  ; 

"  Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates  !" 
O  God-and-Man !  the  Father's  Throne 
Is  now,  for  evermore,  Thine  own. 

4  Our  great  High  Priest  and  Shepherd, 

Thou 

Within  the  veil  art  entered  now, 
To  offer  there  Thy  precious  blood, 
Once  poured  on  earth  a  cleansing  flood. 

5  And  thence  the  Church,  Thy  chosen 

Bride, 

With  countless  gifts  of  grace  supplied, 
Through  all  her  members  draws  from 
Thee 

Her  hidden  life  of  sanctity. 

6  O  Christ,  our  Lord,  of  Thy  dear  care 
Thy  lowly  members  heavenward  bear ; 
Be  ours  with  Thee  to  suffer  pain, 
With  Thee  for  evermore  to  reign. 

192 

•1  He  lives  !  the  great  Redeemer  lives ! 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ! 


And  now  before  His  Father,  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  His  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 
And  justice  armed  with  frowns  appears ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  His  heart. 

4  Great  Advocate,  Almighty  Friend  ! 
On  Him  our  humble  hopes  depend ; 
Our  cause  can' never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail 

J93 

1  O  Christ,  Thou  glorious  King !  we  own 
Thee  to  be  God's  eternal  Son ; 

The  Father's  fulness,  life  divine, 
Mysteriously  is  also  Thine. 

2  When  rolling  years  brought  on  the  day 
Foretold  and  fixed  for  this  display, 
Our  great  deliverance  to  obtain, 
Thou  didst  our  nature  not  disdain. 

3  At  God's  right  hand  now  Thou  art 

placed, 

And  with  Thy  Father's  glory  graced, 
There  to  remain,  till  Thou  shalt  come 
As  Judge  to  pass  our  final  doom. 

4  From  day  to  day,  O  Lord,  do  we 
On  high  exalt  and  honor  Thee  ; 
Thy  name  we  worship  and  adore, 
World  without  end,  for  evermore. 


ASCENSION. 


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ST.  MARTIN'S 


IQzj.  Psalm  47. 

1  Oh  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 

To  God,  the  sovereign  King ! 
Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus  our  God  ascends  on  high  ; 

His  heavenly  guards  around 
Attend  Him  rising  through  the  sky, 
With  trumpets'  joyful  sound. 

3  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their 

King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  His  honors  sing ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  He  reigns. 

4  Rehearse  His  praise  with  awe  profound, 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  song  ; 
Nor  mock  Him' with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

5  Oh  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 

To  God,  the  sovereign  King ! 
Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

195 

1  The  eternal  gates  lift  up  their  heads, 

The  doors  are  opened  wide  ; 
The  King  of  glory  is  gone  up 
Unto  His  Father's  side. 

2  Thou  art  gone  in  before  us,  Lord, 

Thou  hast  prepared  a  place, 
That  we  may  be  where  now  Thou  art, 
And  look  upon  Thy  face. 


3  And  ever  on  Thine  earthly  path 

A  gleam  of  glory  lies  • 
A  light  still  breaks  behind  the  cloud 
That  veils  Thee  from  our  eyes. 

4  Lift  up  our  thoughts,  lift  up  our  songs, 

And  let  Thy  grace  be  given, 
That,  while  we  linger  yet  below, 
Our  hearts  may  be  in  heaven  : 

5  That  where  Thou  art  at  God's  right 

hand, 

Our  hope,  our  love  may  be  : 
Dwell  in  us  now,  that  we  may  dwell 
For  evermore  in  Thee. 

I96  Psalm  47. 

1  Arise,  ye  people,  and  adore, 

Exulting  strike  the  chord ! 
Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Confess  the  Almighty  Lord  ! 

2  Glad   shouts    aloud,    wide  echoing 

round, 

The  ascending  God  proclaim ; 
The  angelic  choir  respond  the  sound, 
And  shake  creation's  frame. 

3  They  sing  of  death  and  hell  o'erthrown 

In  that  triumphant  hour  ; 
And  God  exalts  His  conquering  Son 
To  His  right  hand  of  power. 

4  Oh  shout,  ye  people,  and  adore  ; 

Exulting  strike  the  chord ! 
Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Confess  the  Almighty  Lord. 


92 


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1  Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise 
Into  Thy  native  skies  ; 

Assume  thy  right ; 
And  where  in  many  a  fold 
The  clouds  are  backward  rolled, 
Pass  through  those  gates  of  gold, 

And  reign  in  light ! 

2  Victor  o'er  death  and  hell, 
Cherubic  legions  swell 

Thy  radiant  train  ■ 
Praises  all  heaven  inspire, 
Each  angel  sweeps  his  lyre, 
And  waves  his  wings  of  fire, 

Thou  Lamb  once  slain ! 

3  Enter,  Incarnate  God  ! 

No  feet  but  Thine  have  trod 

The  serpent  down  ; 
Blow  the  full  trumpets,  blow! 
Wider  yon  portals  throw! 
Saviour,  triumphant,  go 

And  take  Thy  crown! 

4  Lion  of  Judah,  hail  ! 
And  let  Thy  name  prevail 

From  age  to  age ; 
Lord  of  the  rolling  years, 
Claim  for  Thine  own  the  spheres, 
For  Thou  hast  bought  with  tears 

Thy  heritage ! 


GLORY. 


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1  Hark  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 

Sound  the  note  of  praise  above  ; 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices  ; 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love  : 
See,  He  sits  on  yonder  throne  ! 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  Jesus,  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 

All  above  and  gives  it  worth ; 
Lord  of  life,  Thy  smile  enlightens, 
Cheers  and  charms  Thy  saints  on 
earth : 

When  we  think  of  love  like  Thine, 
Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 

3  King  of  glory,  reign  forever  ! 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  ; 
Nothing  from  Thy  love  shall  sever 
Those  whom  Thou  hast  made  Thine 
own : 

Happy  objects  of  Thy  grace, 
Chosen  to  behold  Thy  face. 

4  Saviour,  hasten  Thine  appearing  ! 

Bring,  oh  bring  the  glorious  day, 
When  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away  ! 
Then  with  golden  harps  we'll  sing, 

"  Glory,  glory,  to  our  King  !" 

Hallelujah,  Amen ! 

199 

1  One  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend  • 


His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end  : 
They  who  once  His  kindness  prove, 
Find  it  everlasting  love. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his 
blood? 

But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  Him  to  God  : 
This  was  boundless  love  indeed  ! 
Jesus  is  a  Friend  in  need  ! 

3  When  He  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  His  name  ; 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same  ; 
Still  He  calls  them  brethren,  friends, 
And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 

4  Could  we  bear  from  one  another 

What  He  daily  bears  from  us  ? 
Yet  this  glorious  Friend  and  Brother 

Loves  us  though  we  treat  Him  thus  : 
Though  for  good  we  render  ill, 

He  accounts  us  brethren  still. 

5  Oh  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ! 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above  ; 
But  when  home  our  souls  are  brought, 
We  will  love  Thee  as  we  ought. 


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200 

1  Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious  ; 

See  the  Man  of  Sorrows  now 
From  the  fight  returned  victorious  ! 
Every  knee  to  Him  shall  bow  : 
Crown  Him !  Crown  Him  ! 
Crowns  become  the  Victor's  brow. 

2  Crown  the  Saviour,  angels,  crown  Him ! 

Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings ; 
In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  Him 
While  the  vault  of  heaven  rings : 

Crown  Him !  Crown  Him  ! 
Crown  the  Saviour  King  of  kings ! 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  Him, 

Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim ; 
Saints  and  angels,  crowd  around  Him, 
Own  His  title,  praise  His  Name ! 

Crown  Him  !  Crown  Him  ! 
Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame! 

4  Hark,  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark,  those  loud  triumphant  chords ! 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station  ; 
Oh  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 

Crown  Him  !  Crown  Him  ! 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords ! 


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1  Hallelujah  !  Praise  to  God 
For  the  love  He  sheds  abroad, 
Lightening  o'er  a  world  of  sin, 
Glowing  in  the  heart  within  : 

Hallelujah! 

2  For  the  pristine  promise  made 
E'en  in  Eden's  darkened  shade, 
For  the  light  of  sacrifice 

Till  the  Morning  Star  should  rise : 
Hallelujah ! 

3  For  the  harp  of  prophecy, 
Singing  of  redemption  nigh, 
For  the  Branch  of  Jesse's  stem, 
For  the  birth  at  Bethlehem  : 

Hallelujah! 

4  For  the  sacred  standard  spread, 
For  the  life  our  Pattern  led, 
For  His  precepts  pure  and  true, 
For  His  doctrine,  like  the  dew : 

Hallelujah ! 


5  For  the  crown  of  thorns  He  wore, 
For  the  painful  cross  He  bore, 
For  the  dying  word  He  said, 
Sealed  with  blood  of  sprinkling  shed  : 

Hallelujah  ! 

6  For  the  radiant  rising  dawn, 

For  the  sting  of  death  withdrawn, 
For  the  victory  gained  so  well 
O'er  the  grave,  and  over  hell : 

Hallelujah  ! 

7  For  His  glorious  reign  on  high 
Since  He  rose  from  Bethany, 

For  the  heavenly  peace  He  leaves, 
For  the  Comforter  he  gives  : 

Hallelujah  ! 

DOXOLOGY. 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Blessing,  honor,  glory  be, 

Given  by  all  the  heavenly  host, 
And  by  all  on  earth  to  Thee ! 

Hallelujah !  Amen, 


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1  The  head  that  once  was  crowned  with 

thorns 

Is  crowned  with  glory  now ; 
A  royal  diadem  adorns 
The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 

2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords 

Is  His  by  sovereign  right ; 
The  King  of  kings,  the  Lord  of  lords, 
He  reigns  in  glory  bright. 

3  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 

The  joy  of  all  below 
To  whom  He  manifests  His  love, 
And  grants  His  Name  to  know : 

4  To  them  the  cross,  with  all  its  shame, 

With  all  its  grace,  is  given ; 
Their  name  an  everlasting  name, 
Their  joy,  the  joy  of  heaven. 

5  They  suffer  with  their  Lord  below, 

They  reign  with  Him  above ; 
Their  profit  and  their  joy  to  know 
The  mystery  of  His  love. 

6  The  cross  He  bore  is  life  and  health, 

Though  shame  and  death  to  Him ; 
His  people's  hope,  His  people's  wealth, 
Their  everlasting  theme. 

203 

1  The  Saviour!  oh  what  endless  charms 
Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 


2  The  almighty  Former  of  the  skies 

Stooped  to  our  vile  abode, 
While  angels  viewed  with  wondering 
eyes 

And  hailed  the  incarnate  God. 

3  Oh  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine ! 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  Thee  mine, 
I  cannot  wish  for  more  ! 

4  On  Thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  Thy  cross  I  fall  j 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  All ! 

204 

1  To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

Awake  the  sacred  song ; 
Oh  may  His  love,  immortal  flame, 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue  ! 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can 

reach, 

What  mortal  tongue  display ! 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 

3  Dear  Lord,  while  we,  adoring,  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  Thee, 
May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 
The  Saviour  died  for  me  ! 

4  Oh  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme, 

Fill  every  heart  and  tongue, 
Till  strangers  love  Thy  charming  name, 


And  join  the  sacred  son 


a  ! 


GLORY. 


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1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall, 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  His  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Hail  Him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 

Whom  David,  Lord  did  call ; 
The  God  Incarnate  !  Man  Divine  ! 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

206 

1  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 
With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
Ten    thousand    thousand   are  their 
tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 


2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus  !" 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  He  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  Thine  ! 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  Thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  Thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  Name 
Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb  ! 

207 

1  Salvation  !  oh  the  joyful  sound  ! 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  j 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 


98 


GLORY. 


LYONS.     ios  &  ire. 


208 

1  Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad  His  wonderful  Name ; 
The  Name  all-victorious  of  Jesus  extol ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious,  and  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  save  ; 

Yet  still  He  is  nigh,  His  presence  we  have  ; 
The  great  congregation  His  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus  our  King. 

3  "  Salvation  to  God  who  sits  on  the  throne," 
Let  all  cry  aloud,  and  honor  the  Son ; 
ImmanuePs  praises  the  angels  proclaim, 

Fall  down  on  their  faces,  and  worship  the  Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore,  and  give  Him  His  right, 
All  glory  and  power,  and  wisdom  and  might; 
All  honor  and  blessing,  with  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing,  and  infinite  love. 

209 

1  I  saw  on  a  throne  uplifted  in  light, 

With  saints  round  about  all  vested  in  white, 

A  Man  deeply  scarred  in  His  hands,  feet  and  side: 

I  knew  by  those  tokens  the  Lamb  Crucified. 

2  Those  white-vested  saints  fall  down  at  His  feet, 
And  sing  to  their  harps,  while  angels  repeat: 
"All  worthy  the  Lamb  with  the  Father  to  reign, 
The  Lamb  who  for  sinners  was  wounded  and  slain. 

3  "All  worthy  the  Lamb  who  bought  us  with  blood, 
And  made  us  both  kings  and  priests  unto  God, 
To  sit  on  the  throne  of  the  Ancient  of  Days, 
Receiving  all  honor,  and  blessing,  and  praise." 

4  The  anthem  of  saints  and  angels  above, 
Be  echoed  below  in  rapture  and  love: 

"All  worthy  the  Lamb,  once  on  Calvary  slain, 
Dominion,  and  riches,  and  glory  to  gain ! " 


GLORY. 


99 


LAUS.     H.  M. 


210 

1  Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King, 

Your  Lord  and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

2  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love ; 
When  He  had  purged  our  stains, 
He  took  His  seat  above  : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail ; 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  Heaven  ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  given : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

4  He  sits  at  God's  right  hand 

Till  all  His  foes  submit, 
And  bow  to  His  command, 

And  fall  beneath  His  feet : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

5  He  all  His  foes  shall  quell, 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy, 
And  every  bosom  swell 
With  pure  seraphic  joy : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 


6  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope  ; 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 
And  take  His  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  Archangel's  voice  : 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  Rejoice. 

211  Psalm  47- 

1  God  is  gone  up  on  high, 

With  a  triumphant  noise  ; 
The  anthems  of  the  sky 

Proclaim  the  angelic  joys  : 
Join  all  on  earth,  rejoice  and  sing, 
Glory  ascribe  to  Glory's  King ! 

2  God  in  the  flesh  below, 

For  us  He  reigns  above  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know 

The  Saviour's  conquering  love  : 
Join  all  on  earth,  rejoice  and  sing, 
Glory  ascribe  to  Glory's  King ! 

3  All  power  to  our  great  Lord 

Is  by  the  Father  given  ; 
By  angel  hosts  adored 

He  reigns  supreme  in  heaven : 
Join  all  on  earth,  rejoice  and  sing, 
Glory  ascribe  to  Glory's  King  ! 

4  Till  all  the  earth  renewed 

In  righteousness  divine, 
WTith  all  the  hosts  of  God, 
In  one  great  chorus  join : 
Join  all  on  earth,  rejoice  and  sing, 
Glory  ascribe  to  Glory's  King ! 


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212 

1  Jesus  lives,  and  so  shall  I ; 

Death,  thy  sting  is  gone  forever ! 
He  who  deigned  for  me  to  die, 
Lives,  the  bands  of  death  to  sever : 

He  shall  raise  me  with  the  just ; 

Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 

2  Jesus  lives  and  reigns  supreme  ; 

And,  His  kingdom  still  remaining, 
I  shall  also  be  with  Him, 
Ever  living,  ever  reigning  ; 

God  has  promised  ;  be  it  must ; 

Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 


3  Jesus  lives,  and  by  His  grace 

Victory  o'er  my  passions  giving, 
I  will  cleanse  my  heart  and  ways, 
Ever  to  His  glory  living  : 

Me  He  raises  from  the  dust  * 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust 

4  Jesus  lives  !  I  know  full  well, 

Naught  from  Him  my  heart  can  sever; 
Life,  nor  death,  nor  powers  of  hell, 
Joy,  nor  grief,  henceforth  forever : 

None  of  all  His  saints  is  lost ; 

Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust 


5  Jesus  lives,  and  death  is  now 
But  my  entrance  into  glory ; 
Courage,  then,  my  soul,  for  thou 
Hast  a  crown  of  life  before  thee  ; 
Thou  shalt  find  thy  hopes  were  just ; 
Jesus  is  thy  Hope  and  Trust. 


GLORY. 


101 


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213 

1  Sing  of  Jesus,  sing  forever 

Of  the  love  that  changes  never ! 
Who,  or  what,  from  Him  can  sever 
Those  He  makes  His  own  ? 

2  With  His  blood  the  Lord  hath  bought 

them, 

WThen  they  knew  Him  not  He  sought 
them, 

And  from  all  their  wanderings  brought 
them ; 
His  the  praise  alone. 

3  Through  the  desert  Jesus  leads  them, 
With  the  bread  of  heaven  He  feeds 

them, 

And  through  all  their  way  He  speeds 
them 

To  their  home  above. 

4  There  they  see  the  Lord  who  bought 

them, 

Him  who  came  from   Heaven  and 

sought  them, 
Him  who  by  His  Spirit  taught  them, 
Him  they  serve  and  love. 


214 

1  Saints  in  glory  !  we  together 
Know  the  song  that  ceases  never ; 
Song  of  songs  Thou  art,  O  Saviour, 

All  that  endless  day. 

2  Theme  of  Adam  when  forgiven, 
Theme  of  Abraham,  David,  Stephen  5 
Souls,  ye  chant  it  entering  Heaven, 

Now,  henceforth,  alway. 

3  O  the  God-man  !  O  Immanuel ! 
Cloud  by  day  !  Jehovah-Angel ! 
Fire  by  night !    He  led  His  Israel, 

So  He  leads  us  home. 

4  Come,  ye  angels,  round  us  gather, 
While  to  Jesus  we  draw  nearer; 
In  His  throne  He'll  seat  forever, 

Those  for  whom  He  died. 

5  Underneath  His  throne,  a  river 
Clear  as  crystal  flows  forever, 
Like  His  fulness,  failing  never  : 

Hail  enthroned  Lamb ! 

6  Oh  the  unsearchable  Redeemer  ! 
Shoreless  Ocean,  sounded  never  ! 
Yesterday,  to-day,  forever, 

Jesus  Christ,  the  same. 


102 


GLORY. 


BRODHEAD.     8s  &.  7s.  Double. 


2I5 

1  Hail,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus ! 

Hail,  Thou  Galilean  King ! 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us  ; 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring ; 
Hail,  Thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame  ! 
By  Thy  merits  we  find  favor  ; 

Life  is  given  through  Thy  name. 

2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  on  Thee  were  laid  ; 
By  Almighty  Love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made  : 
All  Thy  people  are  forgiven 

Through  the  virtue  of  Thy  blood ; 
Opened  is  the  gate  of  heaven, 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 

3  Jesus,  hail  !  enthroned  in  glory  ! 

There  forever  to  abide  ; 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  Thee, 

Seated  at  Thy  Father's  side  : 
There  for  sinners  Thou  art  pleading ; 

There  Thou  dost  our  place  prepare, 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 


4  Worship,  honor,  power  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive ; 
Loudest  praises  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give  ; 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits, 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays ; 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits, 

Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise  J 

2l6 

1  Thou  hast  raised  our  human  nature 

On  the  clouds  to  God's  right  hand; 
There  we  sit  in  heavenly  places, 

There  with  Thee  in  glory  stand  ; 
Jesus  reigns,  adored  by  angels  ; 

Man  with  God  is  on  the  throne ; 
Mighty  Lord,  in  Thine  ascension 

We  by  faith  behold  our  own. 

2  Lift  us  up  from  earth  to  heaven, 

Give  us  wings  of  faith  and  love, 
Gales  of  holy  aspirations 

Wafting  us  to  realms  above ; 
That  with  hearts  and  minds  uplifted 

We  with  Christ  our  Lord  may  dwell, 
Where  He  sits  enthroned  in  glory 

In  His  heavenly  citadel. 


GLORY. 


103 


217 

1  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  ever  prays  for  me  ; 
A  token  of  His  love  He  gives, 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 

2  I  find  Him  lifting  up  my  head ; 

He  brings  salvation  near ; 
His  presence  makes  me  free  indeed, 
And  He  will  soon  appear. 

3  He  wills  that  I  should  holy  be  ; 

What  can  withstand  His  will  ? 
The  counsel  of  His  grace  in  me 
He  surely  shall  fulfil. 

4  Jesus,  I  hang  upon  Thy  word, 

I  steadfastly  believe 
Thou  wilt  return,  and  claim  me,  Lord, 
And  to  Thyself  receive. 

218 

1  Dearest  of  all  the  names  above, 

My  Jesus  and  my  God, 
Who  can  resist  Thy  heavenly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  Thy  blood  ? 

2  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  Thy  death, 

The  Father  smiles  again  ; 
Tis  by  Thine  interceding  breath, 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  ; 
The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 


4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear,- 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins  ; 
His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 
I  love  the  Incarnate  Mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 

219 

1  Hosanna  !  raise  the  pealing  hymn 

To  David's  Son  and  Lord  \ 
With  cherubim  and  seraphim 
Exalt  the  Incarnate  Word. 

2  Hosanna  !  Master,  lo,  we  bring 

Our  offerings  to  Thy  throne ; 
Not  gold,  nor  myrrh,  nor  mortal  thing, 
But  hearts  to  be  Thine  own. 

3  Hosanna !  once  Thy  gracious  ear 

Approved  a  lisping  throng  ; 
Be  gracious  still,  and  deign  to  hear 
Our  poor  but  grateful  song. 

4  O  Saviour,  if  redeemed  by  Thee, 

Thy  temple  we  behold, 
Hosannas  through  eternity 
We'll  sing  to  harps  of  gold. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son> 

And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One,, 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 


104 


INTERCESSION. 


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220 

1  With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

Of  our  High-Priest  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bosom  glows  with  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  He  hath  felt  the  same. 

3  But  spotless,  innocent,  and  pure, 

The  great  Redeemer  stood  ; 
While  Satan's  fiery  darts  He  bore, 
And  did  resist  to  blood. 

4  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Poured  out  His  cries  and  tears ; 
And  in  His  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  His  power ; 
We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 

221 

:i  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 
-J2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 


3  Dear  Name  !  the  Rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  Shield  and  Hiding-place, 
My  never-failing  Treasury,  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace  ! 

4  By  Thee,  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defiled  ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

5  Jesus  i  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
I'll  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 

7  Till  then  I  would  Thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  Thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

222 

1  O  help  us  Lord,  each  hour  of  need 

Thy  heavenly  succor  give  ; 
Help  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed^ 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

2  O  help  us,  Jesus,  from  on  high, 

We  know  no  help  but  Thee  ; 
O  help  us  so  to  live  and  die 
As  Thine  in  heaven  to  be. 


INTERCESSION. 


105 


LITANY.  7,6,8,8,8,7,7. 

Choir. 


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2  Jesus  !  Jesus ! 
By  Thy  wondrous  Incarnation, 
By  Thy  Birth  for  our  salvation, 

We  beseech  Thee,  we  beseech  Thee, 
From  every  ill  defend  us, 
Thy  grace  and  mercy  send  us. 

3  Jesus  !  Jesus  ! 

By  Thy  Fasting  and  Temptation, 
By  Thy  nights  of  supplication, 

We  beseech  Thee,  we  beseech  Thee, 
From  every  ill  defend  us, 
Thy  grace  and  mercy  send  us. 

4  Jesus !  Jesus ! 

By  Thy  works  of  sweet  compassion, 
By  Thy  Cross  and  bitter  Passion, 

We  beseech  Thee,  we  beseech  Thee, 
From  every  ill  defend  us, 
Thy  grace  and  mercy  send  us. 

5  Jesus !  Jesus  ! 

By  Thy  Blood  for  sinners  flowing, 
By  Thy  Death  true  life  bestowing, 


We  beseech  Thee,  we  beseech  Thee, 
From  every  ill  defend  us, 
Thy  grace  and  mercy  send  us. 

6  Jesus !  Jesus  ! 

By  Thy  glorious  Resurrection, 
Earnest  of  our  own  perfection, 

We  beseech  Thee,  we  beseech  Thee, 
From  every  ill  defend  us, 
Thy  grace  and  mercy  send  us. 

7  Jesus  !  Jesus  ! 

To  the  Father's  throne  ascended, 
All  Thy  pain  and  sorrows  ended, 

We  beseech  Thee,  we  beseech  Thee, 
From  every  ill  defend  us, 
Thy  grace  and  mercy  send  us. 

8  Jesus  !  Jesus  ! 
Advocate  for  sinners  pleading, 
With  the  Father  interceding, 

We  beseech  Thee,  we  beseech  Thee, 
From  every  ill  defend  us, 
Thy  grace  and  mercy  send  us.  Amen. 


106 

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224 

1  O  Thou  the  contrite  sinner's  Friend, 
Who  loving  lov'st  them  to  the  end, 
On  this  alone  my  hopes  depend, 

That  Thou  wilt  plead  for  me. 

2  When  weary  in  the  Christian  race, 
Far  off  appears  my  resting  place, 
And  fainting,  I  mistrust  Thy  grace, 

Then,  Saviour,  plead  for  me. 

3  When  I  have  erred  and  gone  astray. 
Afar  from  Thine  and  wisdom's  way, 
And  see  no  glimmering  guiding  ray, 

Still,  Saviour,  plead  for  me. 

4  When  Satan,  by  my  sins  made  bold, 
Strives  from  Thy  cross  to  loose  my  hold, 
Then  with  Thy  pitying  arms  enfold, 

And  plead,  O  plead  for  me. 

5  And  when  my  dying  hour  draws  near, 
Darkened  with  anguish,  guilt,  and  fear, 
Then  to  my  fainting  sight  appear, 

Pleading  in  heaven  for  me. 


GOD    THE    HOLY  GHOST 


107 


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225 

1  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  through  each 

heart 

In  Thy  full  flood  of  glory  pour  ; 
Who  with  the  Son  and  Father  art 
One  Godhead,  blest  for  evermore. 

2  So  shall  voice,  mind,  and  strength  con- 

spire 

Thy  praise  eternal  to  resound  ; 
So  shall  our  hearts  be  set  on  fire 
And  kindle  every  heart  around. 

3  Father  of  mercies,  hear  our  cry ! 
Hear  us,  O  Sole-begotten  Son 

Who  with  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 
Reignest  while  endless  ages  run ! 

226 

1  Come,  O  Creator- Spirit  blest ! 
And  in  our  souls  take  up  Thy  rest ; 
Come,  with  Thy  grace  and  heavenly  aid 
To  fill  the  hearts  which  Thou  hast  made. 

2  Great  Comforter  !  to  Thee  we  cry ; 
O  highest  gift  of  God  most  high  ! 
O  Fount  of  life  !  O  Fire  of  love  ! 
And  sweet  anointing  from  above  ! 

3  Kindle  our  senses  from  above, 

And  make  our  hearts  o'erflow  with  love ; 
With  patience  firm,  and  virtue  high, 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 

4  Far  from  us  drive  the  foe  we  dread, 
And  grant  us  Thy  true  peace  instead  ; 
So  shall  we  not,  with  Thee  for  guide, 
Turn  from  the  path  of  life  aside. 


227 

1  Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 

And  sing  the  wonders  of  Thy  grace  ; 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlightened  by  Thy  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day  • 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin  ; 
Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  Thy 

voice  ; 

Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  ; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 
And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind* 

228 

1  Spirit  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love, 

Oh  shed  Thine  influence  from  above  ! 
And  still  through  endless  time  convey 
The  wonders  of  this  sacred  day. 

2  In  every  clime,  by  every  tongue, 
Be  God's  surpassing  glory  sung ; 
Let  all  the  listening  earth  be  taught 
The  wonders  by  our  Saviour  wrought. 

3  Unfailing  Comfort,  Heavenly  Guide, 
Still  in  our  longing  hearts  abide  ; 
Still  let  mankind  Thy  blessings  prove, 
Spirit  of  mercy,  truth  and  love. 


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GOD    THE    HOLY  GHOST. 


PENTECOST.     C.  P.  M. 


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229 

1  Jesus,  enthroned  and  glorified 
At  Thy  Almighty  Father's  side, 

Thy  people's  prayer  inspire ! 
Thou  art  alive  for  evermore  ; 
Oh  then,  on  us  Thy  Spirit  pour ; 

Baptize  us  now  with  fire. 

2  Thou  hast  received  rich  gifts  for  men ; 
Now  let  the  Holy  Ghost  again 

On  all  Thy  Church  descend  : 
Give  boldness,  power,  and  tongues  of 
flame, 

To  all  who  name  Thy  blessed  Name ; 
Uphold  them  and  defend. 

3  The  fulness  of  Thy  life  bestow 
On  us  Thy  members  here  below  ; 

Revive  each  fainting  heart ; 
Each  sick  and  wounded  spirit  heal, 
Thy  beauty  to  our  souls  reveal, 

Thy  light  and  love  impart. 

4  Blest  Comforter,  celestial  Dove, 
Thou  Lord  of  life,  Thou  Fount  of  love, 

Be  Thou  our  inward  Guest ; 


Illumed  and  sanctified  by  Thee, 
Thy  living  temples  let  us  be, 
Thine  everlasting  rest. 

230 

1  When  the  blest  day  of  Pentecost 
Was  fully  come,  the  Holy  Ghost 

Descended  from  above, 
Sent  by  the  Father  and  the  Son  ; 
The  Sender  and  the  Sent  are  one, 

The  Lord  of  life  and  love. 

2  But  were  the  first  disciples  blest 
With  heavenly  gifts,  and  shall  the  rest 

Be  passed  unheeded  by  ? 
And  has  the  Holy  Ghost  forgot 
To  quicken  souls  thatChrist  has  bought, 

And  let  them  lifeless  lie  ? 

3  No,  Thou  Almighty  Paraclete  ! 
Thou  sheddest  heavenly  influence 

yet, 

Dost  visit  sinners  still ; 
Thou  Breath  of  life,  Thy  quickening 
flame, 

Thy  power,  Thy  Godhead,  still  the  same 
We  own,  because  we  feel. 


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231 

1  Why  should  the  children  of  a  Kine 

Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  descend  and  bring 
Some  token  of  Thy  grace. 

2  Dost  Thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
When  wilt  Thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ! 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  Thy  witness  with  my  heart 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  His  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  Thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

232 

1  Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky  I 

Christ,  our  ascended  Lord, 
Sends  down  His  Spirit  from  on  high, 
According  to  His  word. 

2  The  Spirit,  by  His  heavenly  breath, 

New  life  creates  within  ; 
He  quickens  sinners  from  their  death 
Of  trespasses  and  sin. 

3  The  things  of  Christ  the  Spirit  takes, 

And  to  our  hearts  reveals  ; 


Our  bodies  He  His  temple  makes, 
And  our  redemption  seals. 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 
With  Thy  celestial  fire ; 
Come,  and  with  flames  of  zeal  and  love 
Our  hearts  and  tongues  inspire  ! 

233 

1  O  Holy  Spirit,  Fount  of  Love, 

Blest  Source  of  gifts  divine, 
Kindle,  we  pray  Thee,  from  above, 
The  inmost  souls  of  Thine. 

2  Bond  of  the  sacred  Trinity, 

Knit  Thou  our  hearts  in  one, 
To  know  the  blessed  unity 
Of  Father  and  of  Son ! 

3  Shed  in  each  faithful  heart  abroad 

Love  that  doth  all  excel ; 
That  God  in  us  and  we  in  God 
For  evermore  may  dwell. 

4  O  blessed  Comforter,  to  Thee, 

With  the  Eternal  Son, 
And  with  the  Father,  glory  be, 
While  endless  ages  run. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 


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GOD    THE    HOLY  GHOST. 


1  Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness, 

Pierce  the  clouds  of  sinful  night ; 
Come,  Thou  Source  of  sweetest  glad- 
ness, 

Breathe  Thy  life  and  spread  Thy 
light; 

Loving  Spirit,  God  of  peace, 
Great  Distributer  of  grace, 

Rest  upon  this  congregation  ! 

Hear,  oh  hear  our  supplication ! 

2  From  that  height  which  knows  no 

measure, 

As  a  gracious  shower,  descend, 
Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 

Man  can  wish,  or  God  can  send ! 
O  Thou  Glory  shining  down 
From  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

Grant  us  Thy  illumination  ! 

Rest  on  all  this  congregation  ! 


3  Come,  Thou  best  of  all  donations 

God  can  give,  or  we  implore  • 
Having  Thy  sweet  consolations, 

We  need  wish  for  nothing  more : 
Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
Now,  descending  from  above, 

Rest  on  all  this  congregation  ! 

Make  our  hearts  Thy  habitation  1 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  the  God  of  all  creation ; 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation, 

Priest  and  King  enthroned  above : 
Praise  the  Fountain  of  salvation, 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live  ; 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give. 


GOD    THE    HOLY  GHOST. 


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1  Creator-Spirit,  by  whose  aid 

The  world's  foundations  first  were  laid, 
Come,  visit  every  pious  mind ; 
Come,  pour  Thy  joys  on  human  kind; 
From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free, 
And  make  Thy  temples  worthy  Thee. 

2  O  Source  of  uncreated  light, 
The  Father's  promised  Paraclete, 
Thrice  Holy  Fount !  Thrice  Holy  Fire ! 
Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire  ! 
Come,  and  Thy  sacred  unction  bring 
To  sanctify  us  while  we  sing. 

3  Plenteous  of  grace,  descend  from  high, 
Rich  in  Thy  sevenfold  energy, 
Thou  Strength  of  His  almighty  hand, 
Whose  power  doth  heaven  and  earth 

command, 
Proceeding  Spirit,  our  Defence, 
Who  dost  the  gift  of  tongues  dispense. 

4  Immortal  honor,  endless  fame 
Attend  the  Almighty  Father's  Name ; 


The  Saviour-Son  be  glorified, 
Who  for  lost  man's  redemption  died ; 
And  equal  adoration  be, 
Eternal  Paraclete,  to  Thee. 

236 

1  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  all  quickening  fire, 

Come,  and  in  me  delight  to  rest ; 
Grant  the  supplies  that  I  require  ; 

Oh  come,  and  consecrate  my  breast; 
The  temple  of  my  soul  prepare, 
And  fix  Thy  sacred  presence  there. 

2  My  peace,  my  life,  my  comfort  Thou, 

My  treasure  and  my  all  Thou  art ; 
True  Witness  of  my  sonship  now, 

Engraving  Christ  upon  my  heart, 
Seal  of  my  sins  in  Him  forgiven, 
Earnest  of  love,  and  pledge  of  heaven. 

3  My  Comforter,  mark  out  Thine  heir, 

Of  heaven  a  larger  earnest  give ; 
With  clearer  light  Thy  witness  bear, 

More  actively  within  me  live ; 
Let  all  my  powers  Thy  presence  feel, 
And  deeper  stamp  Thyself  the  Seal 


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1  Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down, 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  Thy  faithful  mercies  crown  ! 
Jesus,  Thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love,  Thou  art ! 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O  breathe  Thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ; 
Let  us  all  in  Thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  Thy  promised  rest : 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be  ; 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3  Come,  Almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  Thy  life  receive  ! 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  Thy  temples  leave ! 


Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 
Serve  Thee  as  Thy  hosts  above ; 

Pray,  and  praise  Thee  without  ceasing, 
Glory  in  Thy  perfect  love. 

238 

1  Day  divine,  when  in  the  temple, 

To  the  first  disciples  came 
Glory  new  and  treasure  ample, 

Mighty  gifts  and  tongues  of  flame  ! 
Day  to  happy  souls  commended, 

When  the  Holy  Ghost  was  given, 
When  the  Comforter  descended, 

Bringing  down  the  joy  of  heaven. 

2  Hath  the  Holy  Ghost  been  holden 

By  those  ancient  saints  alone  ? 
Only  may  the  ages  olden  — 

Call  the  Comforter  their  own  ? 
No,  their  portion  we  inherit ; 

Ours  the  sorrow,  ours  the  sin : 
We  beseech  the  Holy  Spirit, 

We  the  Comforter  would  win. 


GOD    THE    HOLY  GHOST. 


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i  Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite! 
Shine  upon  our  nature's  night 
With  Thy  blessed  inward  light, 
Comforter  Divine ! 


2  We  are  sinful,  cleanse  us,  Lord; 
We  are  faint,  Thy  strength  afford  j 
Lost,  until  by  Thee  restored, 
Comforter  Divine! 


3  Like  the  dew  Thy  peace  distil ; 
Guide,  subdue  our  wayward  will, 
Things  of  Christ  unfolding  still, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 


4  In  us,  for  us,  intercede, 

And  with  voiceless  groanings  plead 
Our  unutterable  need, 
Comforter  Divine ! 


5  In  us  "Abba,  Father,"  cry, 
Earnest  of  our  bliss  on  high, 
Seal  of  immortality, 

Comforter  Divine  ! 

6  Search  for  us  the  depths  of  God, 
Bear  us  up  the  starry  road 

To  the  height  of  Thine  abode, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 


114 


GOD    THE    HOLY  GHOST. 


BARBER 


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1  Spirit  of  faith  come  down, 

Reveal  the  things  of  God, 
And  make  to  us  the  Godhead  known, 
And  witness  with  the  blood. 

2  No  one  can  truly  say 

That  Jesus  is  the  Lord, 
Unless  Thou  take  the  veil  away, 
And  breathe  the  living  word. 

3  Then,  only  then,  we  feel 

Our  interest  in  His  blood, 
And  cry,  with  joy  unspeakable, 
"  Thou  art  my  Lord,  my  God !" 

4  O  that  the  world  might  know 

The  all-atoning  Lamb ! 
Spirit  of  faith,  descend,  and  show 
The  virtue  of  His  name. 

241 

t  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

Let  Thy  bright  beams  arise, 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

3  Convince  us  of  our  sin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 


4  Show  us  that  loving  Man 

That  rules  the  courts  of  bliss, 
The  Lord  of  Hosts,  the  Mighty  God, 
The  Eternal  Prince  of  Peace. 

5  'T  is  Thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

6  Dwell  therefore  in  our  hearts, 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free ; 
Then  we  shall  know,  and  praise,  and 
love 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee  I 
242 

1  Blest  Comforter  Divine, 

Let  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
And  guide  our  souls  above. 

2  Draw  with  Thy  still  small  voice, 

From  every  sinful  way, 
And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 
Though  earthly  joys  decay. 

3  By  Thine  inspiring  breath 

Make  every  cloud  of  care, 
And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
A  smile  of  glory  wear. 

4  Oh  fill  Thou  every  heart. 

With  love  to  all  our  race ; 
Great  Comforter,  to  us  impart 
These  blessings  of  Thy  grace. 


GOD    THE    HOLY  GHOST 


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1  Lord  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 

In  this  accepted  hour, 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  Thy  power ! 

2  We  meet  with  one  accord 

In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 
The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

3  Like  mighty  rushing  wind 

Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind, 
One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe. 

4  The  young,  the  old  inspire 

With  wisdom  from  above, 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

5  Spirit  of  Truth,  be  Thou 

In  life  and  death  our  Guide  ! 
O  Spirit  of  adoption,  now 
May  we  be  sanctified. 

2+4 

1  O  Lord,  Thy  work  revive, 

In  Zion's  gloomy  hour, 
And  make  her  dying  graces  live 
By  Thy  restoring  power. 

2  Oh  let  Thy  chosen  few 

Awake  to  earnest  prayer ; 
Their  covenant  again  renew, 
And  walk  in  filial  fear. 


3  Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak 

Through  lips  of  humble  clay, 
Till  hearts  of  adamant  shall  break, 
Till  rebels  shall  obey. 

4  Now  lend  Thy  gracious  ear  • 

Now  listen  to  our  cry  ; 
Oh  come  and  bring  salvation  near  ; 
Our  souls  on  Thee  rely. 

2+5 

1  Oh  for  the  happy  hour 

When  God  will  hear  our  cry, 
And  send,  with  a  reviving  power, 
His  Spirit  from  on  high. 

2  We  meet,  we  sing,  we  pray, 

We  listen  to  the  word 
In  vain,  we  see  no  cheering  ray, 
No  cheering  voice  is  heard. 

3  While  many  crowd  Thy  house, 

How  few  around  Thy  board 
Meet  to  record  their  solemn  vows, 
And  bless  Thee  as  their  Lord ! 

4  Thou,  Thou  alone  canst  give 

Thy  gospel  sure  success  ; 
Canst  bid  the  dying  sinner  live 
Anew  in  holiness. 

5  Come,  then,  with  power  divine, 

Spirit  of  life  and  love ; 
Then  shall  our  people  all  be  Thine, 
Our  church,  like  that  above. 


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GOD    THE    HOLY  GHOST. 


246 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ; 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  : 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor,  dying  rate ! 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  Thee, 
And  Thine  to  us  so  great ! 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers  ! 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

247 

1  Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayer, 

And  make  our  hearts  Thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  Thy  gracious  power  ; 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ! 

2  Come  as  the  light,  to  us  reveal 

Our  sinfulness  and  woe, 
And  lead  us  in  those  paths  of  life 
Where  all  the  righteous  go. 


3  Come  as  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts, 

Like  sacrificial  flame ; 
Let  our  whole  soul  an  offering  be 
To  our  Redeemer's  name. 

4  Come  as  the  wind,  with  rushing  sound. 

With  Pentecostal  grace ; 
And  make  the  great  salvation  known 
Wide  as  the  human  race. 

5  Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayer, 

And  make  our  hearts  Thy  home ; 
Descend  with  all  Thy  gracious  power; 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ! 

248 

1  Great  Father  of  each  perfect  gift, 

Behold  Thy  servants  wait ; 
With  longing  eyes  and  lifted  hands, 
We  flock  around  Thy  gate. 

2  Oh  shed  abroad  that  choicest  gift, 

Thy  Spirit  from  above, 
To  cheer  our  eyes  with  sacred  light, 
And  fire  our  hearts  with  love. 

3  Blest  Earnest  of  eternal  joy, 

Declare  our  sins  forgiven  : 
And  bear  with  energy  divine, 

Our  raptured  thoughts  to  heaven. 

4  Diffuse,  O  God,  Thy  copious  showers, 

That  earth  its  fruit  may  yield, 
And  change  the  barren  wilderness 
To  Carmel's  flowery  field. 


I  N  SPIRATION. 


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Psalm  19. 

1  The  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord, 
In  every  star  Thy  wisdom  shines  ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  Thy  word, 
We  read  Thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  days  Thy  power  confess; 
But  the  blest  volume  Thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  Thy  justice  and  Thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  Thy  praise 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand; 
So  when  Thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  Thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 
Till  through  the  world  Thy  truth  has  run; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise ; 
Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly 

light; 

Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise  ; 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  Thy  judgments  right. 

250 

1  God,  in  the  gospel  of  His  Son, 
Makes  His  eternal  counsels  known, 
Where  love  in  all  its  glory  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here  sinners  of  a  humble  frame 
May  taste  His  grace,  and  learn  His 

name ;  | 


May  read,  in  characters  of  blood, 
The  wisdom,  power,  and  grace  of  God. 

3  Here  faith  reveals  to  mortal  eyes 
A  brighter  world  beyond  the  skies ; 
Here  shines  the  light  which  guides  our 

way 

From  earth  to  realms  of  endless  day. 

4  Oh  grant  us  grace,  Almighty  Lord, 
To  read  and  mark  Thy  holy  word, 
Its  truths  with  meekness  to  receive, 
And  by  its  holy  precepts  live. 

251 

1  Now  let  my  soul,  Eternal  King, 
To  Thee  its  grateful  tribute  bring  ; 
My  knee,  with  humble  homage,  bow ; 
My  tongue  perform  its  solemn  vow. 

2  All  nature  sings  Thy  boundless  love, 
In  worlds  below  and  worlds  above  ; 
But  in  Thy  blessed  word  I  trace 
Diviner  wonders  of  Thy  grace. 

3  There  Jesus  bids  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  gives   my  laboring  conscience 

peace ; 

Raises  my  grateful  passions  high, 
And  points  to  mansions  in  the  sky. 

4  For  love  like  this,  oh  let  my  song, 
Through  endless  years,  Thy  praise 

prolong : 

Let  distant  climes  Thy  name  adore, 
Till  time  and  nature  are  no  more. 


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1  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page. 

Majestic  like  the  sun  ; 
It  gives  a  light  to  even-  age ; 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  Thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  Him  I  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

2  ^  ^  Psalm  119. 

1  How  precious  is  the  book  divine, 

By  inspiration  given  ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy,  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way ; 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 


2  Psalm  119. 

1  Oh  that  Thy  statutes  every  hour 

Might  dwell  upon  my  mind ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quickening  power, 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 

2  To  meditate  Thy  precepts,  Lord, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ ; 
My  soul  shall  ne'er  forget  Thy  word ; 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy- 

3  How  would  I  run  in  Thy  commands, 

Shouldst  Thou  my  heart  discharge 
From  sin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  set  my  feet  at  large ! 

2  ^  ^  Psalm  119. 

1  Oh  how  I  love  Thy  holy  law ! 

'Tis  daily  my  delight ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 

To  meditate  Thy  word  ; 
My  soul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  Thy  gospel,  Lord. 

3  How  doth  Thy  word  my  heart  engage, 

How  well  employ  my  tongue, 
And  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage 
Yield  me  a  heavenly  song ! 

4  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  Thy  praise. 


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What  light  and  joy  those  leaves  afford 

To  souls  benighted  and  distrest ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 

Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest 


2  From  the  discoveries  of  Thy  law, 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw ; 

These  are  my  study  and  delight; 
Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste, 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  passed, 

Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 

3  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts? 
My  God,  forgive  my  secret  faults, 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain; 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praise, 
That  I  have  read  Thy  book  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain. 


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1  The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  Escape  to  the  mountain ! 
For  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  hath  opened  a  fountain ; 
For  sin  and  uncleanness  and  every  transgression, 

His  blood  flows  most  freely  in  streams  of  salvation. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  purchased  our  pardon, 
We'll  praise  Him  again  when  we  pass  over  Jordan! 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  to  Jesus  repair, 

Now  He  calls  you  in  mercy,  and  can  you  forbear? 
Though  your  sins  are  increased  as  high  as  a  mountain, 
His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  flows  from  the  fountain. 

3  Now  Jesus,  our  King,  reigns  triumphantly  glorious ; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  He  is  more  than  victorious; 
With  shouting  proclaim  it,  oh  trust  in  His  passion, 
He  saves  us  most  freely,  oh  glorious  salvation! 

4  Our  Jesus  His  name  now  proclaims  all  victorious, 
He  reigns  over  all,  and  His  kingdom  is  glorious : 
To  Jesus  we'll  join  with  the  great  congregation, 
In  triumph  ascribing  to  Him  our  salvation. 

5  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to  the  shore  ; 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we'll  praise  Him  the  more  ; 
We'll  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  bank  of  the  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  forever  and  ever  ! 


INVITATION. 


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1  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  I 

The  gladly  solemn  sound 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound  ! 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Has  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb ! 
Redemption  by  His  blood, 

LENOX.     H.  M. 


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The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought 

Your  heritage  above, 
Receive  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


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God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why; 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  Himself  to  live ; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  His  own  hands, 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  His  love,  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why; 
God  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  Himself  that  ye  might  live: 
Will  you  let  Him  die  in  vain? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again? 

Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
Will  you  slight  His  grace,  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why; 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Wooed  you  to  embrace  His  love : 
Will  you  not  His  grace  receive? 
Will  you  still  refuse  to  live? 
Why,  ye  long-sought  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  grieve  your  God,  and  die? 


INVITATION. 


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1  Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep  ; 
Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep  ; 
Raise  thy  spirit  dark  and  dead  ; 
Jesus  waits  His  light  to  shed  : 
Wake  from  sleep,  arise  from  death ; 
See  the  bright  and  living  path ; 
Watchful  tread  that  path,  be  wise  ; 
Leave  thy  folly,  seek  the  skies. 

2  Leave  thy  folly,  cease  from  crime, 
From  this  hour  redeem  the  time  ; 
Life  secure,  without  delay; 

Evil  is  thy  mortal  day  : 
Be  not  blind  and  foolish  still, 
Called  of  Jesus,  learn  His  will ; 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night, 
Jesus  waits  to  shed  His  light. 

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1  Pilgrim,  burdened  with  thy  sin, 
Come  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  • 
There,  till  mercy  speaks  within, 

Knock,  and  weep,  and  watch,  and 
wait : 


Knock,  He  knows  the  sinner's  cry ; 
Weep,  He   loves    the  mourner's 
tears ; 

Watch,  for  saving  grace  is  nigh ; 
Wait,  till  heavenly  grace  appears. 

Hark  !  it  is  the  Saviour's  voice, 
"Welcome,  pilgrim,  to  thy  rest!" 

Now  within  the  gate  rejoice, 

Safe,  and  owned,  and  bought,  and 
blest  : 

Safe,  from  all  the  lures  of  vice  ; 

Owned,  by  joys  the  contrite  know  ; 
Bought,  by  love,  and  life  the  price ; 

Blest,  the  mighty  debt  to  owe. 

Holy  pilgrim,  what  for  thee 
In  a  world  like  this  remains  ? 

From  thy  guarded  breast  shall  flee 
Fear,  and  shame,  and  doubts,  and 
pains  : 

Fear,  the  hope  of  heaven  shall  fly, 
Shame,  from  glory's  view  retire  ; 

Doubt,  in  full  belief  shall  die, 
Pain,  in  endless  bliss  expire. 


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262 

1  Behold, a  Stranger's  at  the  door  ! 

He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before, 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  But  will  He  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will,  the  very  friend  you  need ; 
The  Man  of  Nazareth,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

3  Oh. lovely  attitude  !  He  stands 
With  melting  heart  and  laden  hands  ! 
Oh  matchless  kindness  !  and  He  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  His  foes ! 

4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  His  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  Sin, 
And  let  the  Heavenly  Stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him,  ere  His  anger  burn ; 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return ; 
Admit  Him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand, 
When  at  His  door  denied  you'll  stand. 

263 

1  Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distrest, 
Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppressed  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 
Oh  come  and  bow  before  your  God  ! 


Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  that  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows 
To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your 

woes ; 

Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace  ; 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace  ! 

4  Lord  we  accept,  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  Thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

264. 

1  "  Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 
Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come  ; 

I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  My  heavenly  home. 

2  "  They  shall  find  rest  who  learn  of  Me  ; 
I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  • 

But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  "  Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 
My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  Thy  command  ; 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  Thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  Thy  will. 


INVITATION. 


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265 

1  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  draw  near  ; 

The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee ; 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here ; 
Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not,  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus  thy  God  ? 
A  fountain  is  opened ;  how  canst  thou  refuse 

To  wash  and  be  cleansed  in  His  pardoning  blood  ? 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  to  come, 

For  mercy  still  lingers  and  calls  Thee  to-day  ; 
Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tomb  ■ 
Her  message  unheeded  will  soon  pass  away. 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  Spirit  of  grace, 

Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  His  sad  flight, 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  Thy  race, 
To  sink  in  the  gloom  of  eternity's  night. 

5  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  hour  is  at  hand, 

The  earth  shall  dissolve,  and  the  heavens  shall  fade  ; 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment  shall  stand ; 
What  power  then,  O  sinner,  will  lend  thee  its  aid! 


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1  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  thine  injured  Father's  face  ; 
Those  new  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

z  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

He  hears  thy  deep  repentant  sigh, 
He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  intruding  ear  is  nigh. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live  * 
Go  to  His  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 
And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear ; 
Thy  Father  calls,  no  longer  mourn, 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

Psalm  88. 

1  While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given ; 
But  soon,  ah !  soon,  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  Soon,  borne  on   time's  most  rapid 

wing, 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 
Before  His  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 


3  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair 

No  sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise;; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

4  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  1 
How  sweet    the   gospel's  charming 

sound ! 

Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found, 

268 

1  Haste,  traveller,haste !  the  night  comes 

on, 

And  many  a  shining  hour  is  gone ; 
While  thou  art  sleeping  on  the  ground 
Danger  and  darkness  gather  round. 

2  The  rising  tempest  sweeps  the  sky, 
The  rains  descend,  the  winds  are  high, 
The  waters  swell,  and  death  and  fear 
Beset  thy  path,  nor  refuge  near. 

3  Then  linger  not  in  all  the  plain  ; 
Flee  for  thy  life,  the  mountain  gain ! 
Look  not  behind,  make  no  delay, 

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To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 


INVITATION. 


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1  Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish; 

Come,  at  the  shrine  of  God  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your  anguish; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  Light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure ; 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  cure. 

3  Here  see  the  Bread  of  Life ;  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above ; 
Come  to  the  feast  of  love,  come,  ever  knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  Heaven  can  remove. 


TO-DAY. 


27O 

1  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  ! 

Ye  wanderers,  come ; 
O  ye  benighted  souls, 
Why  longer  roam  ? 

2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  ; 

Oh  listen  now ; 
Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow. 


To-day  the  Saviour  calls  ! 

For  refuge  fly  ; 
The  storm  of  vengeance  falls, 

Ruin  is  nigh. 
The  Spirit  calls  to-day ; 

Yield  to  His  power ; 
Oh  grieve  Him  not  away, 

'T  is  mercy's  hour. 


1  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 

Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore  ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity  joined  with  power: 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Ho  !  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh, 

Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ,  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream ; 
All  the  fitness  He  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him  j 

This  He  gives  you  : 
Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

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1  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 


If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all ; 

Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

2  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo,  your  Maker  prostrate  lies ; 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  Him ; 
Hear  Him  cry  before  He  dies, 

"  It  is  finished  ! " 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

3  Lo,  the  Incarnate  God  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  His  blood; 
Venture  on  Him,  venture  wholly ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

4  Saints  and  angels  joined  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  ; 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  His  name : 

Hallelujah! 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 


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1  God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  hear  ? 
Earth's  pleasures  shall  I  still  hold  dear  ? 
Shall  life's  swift  passing  years  all  fly, 
And  still  my  soul  in  slumbers  lie  ? 

2  God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  rise  ? 
Can  I  His  loving  voice  despise, 
And  basely  His  kind  care  repay  ? 
He  calls  me  still ;  can  I  delay  ? 

3  God  calling  yet !  and  shall  He  knock, 
And  I  my  heart  the  closer  lock  ? 

He  still  is  waiting  to  receive, 

And  shall  I  dare  His  Spirit  grieve  ? 

4  God  calling  yet !  and  shall  I  give 
No  heed,  but  still  in  bondage  live  ? 
I  wait,  but  He  does  not  forsake  ; 
He  calls  me  still ;  my  heart,  awake  ! 

5  God  calling  yet !  I  cannot  stay ; 
My  heart  I  yield  without  delay : 
Vain  world,  farewell !  from  thee  I  part ; 
The  voice  of  God  hath  reached  my 

heart. 

274 

1  Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which   God's  compassion 

spares, 

While  in  the  various  range  of  thought, 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot  ? 

2  Shall  God  invite  you  from  above, 
Shall  Jesus  urge  His  dying  love, 
Shall  troubled  conscience  give  you  pain, 
And  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain  ? 


3  Almighty  God,  Thy  grace  impart ; 
Fix  deep  conviction  on  each  heart ; 
Nor  let  us  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  Thy  compassion  spares. 

275 

1  Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 

Oft  whispered  to  thy  secret  soul, 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 

2  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 

Of  worldliness  and  vanity, 
And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 
And  warned  thee  from  that  wrath  to 
flee? 

3  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice, 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call  ; 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind  ; 
That  call  thou  mayest  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

5  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  hardened,  self-destroying  man ; 
Ye  who  persist  His  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  His  voice  again. 

6  Sinner,  perhaps  this  very  day 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be ; 
Oh,  shouldst  thou  grieve  Him  now 
away, 

Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 


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1  From  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  we  hear, 
Bursting  on  the  ravished  ear  ! 
"  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come ! 

2  "  Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne ; 
Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan 

On  My  pierced  body  laid, 
Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid  ; 
Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son  : 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 

3  "  Spread  for  thee,  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  dainties  stored  ; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  prest, 
Yet  again  a  child  confest, 
Never  from  His  house  to  roam  : 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 

4  "  Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end  ; 
Lo  I  come,  your  Saviour,  Friend, 
Safe  your  spirit  to  convey 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day, 

Up  to  My  eternal  home  : 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  1" 

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1  Ye  who  in  these  courts  are  found, 
Listening  to  the  joyful  sound, 


Lost  and  helpless  as  ye  are, 
Sons  of  sorrow,  sin  and  care, 
Glorify  the  King  of  kings  ; 
Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 

2  Turn  to  Christ  your  longing  eyes, 
View  His  bleeding  sacrifice  • 
See,  in  Him,  your  sins  forgiven, 
Pardon,  holiness,  and  heaven  : 
Glorify  the  King  of  kings  ; 
Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 

278 

1  Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain, 

Sinners,  ruined  by  the  fall ; 
Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain 

Flows  to  you,  to  me,  to  all, 
In  a  full,  perpetual  tide, 
Opened  when  our  Saviour  died. 

2  Come,  in  sorrow  and  contrition, 

Wounded,  impotent  and  blind  ; 
Here  the  guilty,  free  remission, 

Here  the  troubled,  peace  may  find 
Health  this  fountain  will  restore, 
He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more. 

t,  He  that  drinks  shall  live  forever ; 
'Tis  a  soul-renewing  flood  ; 
God  is  faithful,  God  will  never 

Break  His  covenant  in  blood ; 
Signed  when  our  Redeemer  died, 
Sealed  when  He  was  glorified. 


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1  The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 

Is  whispering,  "  Sinner,  come  !" 
The  Bride,  the  Church  of  Christ,  pro- 
claims 

To  all  His  children,  "  Come  !" 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 

To  all  about  him,  "  Come  !" 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  Fountain,  come ! 

3  Yea,  whosoever  will, 

Oh  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life  • 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo,  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  « I  quickly  come 
Lord,  even  so  !  we  wait  Thine  hour  • 
O  blest  Redeemer,  come ! 

28o 

1  Oh,  where  shall  rest  be  found, 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above 


Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years  • 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath ; 
Oh  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun ! 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  Thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

281 

1  Oh  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 

On  restless  wing  to  roam  ; 
All  this  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Hath  not  for  thee  a  home. 

2  Behold  the  ark  of  God  ! 

Behold  the  open  door ! 
Oh  haste  to  gain  that  dear  abode 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

3  There  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 

There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest ; 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  the  eternal  Three, 
In  will  and  essence  one  • 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 
Coequal  honors  done. 


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1  How  heavy  is  the  night 

That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
Till  Christ  with  His  reviving  light 
Over  our  souls  arise  ! 

2  Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  Heaven ; 
But  in  His  righteousness  arrayed, 
We  see  our  sins  forgiven. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways  ; 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure 
With  sanctifying  grace. 

4  The  powers  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  souls,  in  vain ; 
He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  cursed  chain. 

5  Lord,  we  adore  Thy  ways 

That  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 
Thy  sovereign  power,Thy  healing  grace, 
And  Thine  atoning  blood. 

283 

1  Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 

Angels  with  wonder  see  : 
Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul ! 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 


3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep  ; 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear  ; 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 

284 

1  Is  this  the  kind  return, 

And  these  the  thanks  we  owe, 
Thus  to  abuse  Eternal  Love, 
Whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ? 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 

Has  sin  reduced  our  mind  ! 
What  strange  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  strangely  kind  ! 

3  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh ; 
Break,  Sovereign  Grace,  these  hearts 
of  stone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

285 

1  Thou  Lord  of  all  above, 

And  all  below  the  sky, 
Prostrate  before  Thy  feet  I  fall, 
And  for  Thy  mercy  cry. 

2  Forgive  my  follies  past, 

The  crimes  which  I  have  done; 
Oh,  bid  a  contrite  sinner  live 

Through  Thine  Incarnate  Son. 
The  burden  which  I  feel, 

Thou  only  canst  remove  ; 
Display,  O  Lord,  Thy  pardoning  grace, 
And  Thine  unbounded  love. 


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1  Heart  of  stone,  relent,  relent ! 
Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued ! 
See  His  body  mangled,  rent, 
Covered  with  a  gore  of  blood ; 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  ? 
Crucified  the  Incarnate  Son ! 

2  Yes,  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed, 
Driven  the  nails  that  fixed  Him  there, 
Crowned  with  thorns  His  sacred  head, 
Pierced  Him  with  the  cruel  spear, 
Made  His  soul  a  sacrifice, 

While  for  sinful  man  He  dies ! 

3  Wilt  thou  let  Him  bleed  in  vain  ? 
Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue  ? 
Open  all  His  wounds  again, 
And  the  shameful  cross  renew  ? 
No  ;  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part ; 
Break,  oh  break,  my  bleeding  heart ! 


287 

1  Pity,  Lord,  the  child  of  clay, 
Who  can  only  weep  and  pray, 
Only  on  Thy  love  depend, 
Thou  who  art  the  sinner's  Friend, 
Thou,  the  sinner's  only  plea, 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me ! 

2  From  Thy  flock  a  straying  lamb, 
Tender  Shepherd,  though  I  am, 
Now  upon  the  mountain  cold, 
Lost,  I  long  to  gain  the  fold, 
And  within  Thine  arms  to  be  ; 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me ! 

3  Oh  where  stillest  streams  are  poured, 
In  green  pastures,  lead  me,  Lord ! 
Bring  me  back,  where  angels  sound 
Joy  to  the  poor  wanderer  found  \ 
Evermore  my  Shepherd  be  ; 

Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me  ! 


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288 

1  Stay,  Thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 
Though  I  have  done  Thee  such  despite, 
Nor  cast  the  sinner  quite  away, 

Nor  take  Thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 
Of  all  who  e'er  Thy  grace  received ; 
Ten  thousand  times  Thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten   thousand  times  Thy  goodness 

grieved  : 

3  Yet  oh,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest, 
Nor,  in  Thy  righteous  anger,  swear 
I  shall  not  see  Thy  people's  rest. 

4  Now,  Lord,  my  weary  soul  release, 
Upraise  me  with  Thy  gracious  hand, 
And  guide  into  Thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 

289 

1  Oh  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 
Oh  that  I  could  at  last  submit 

At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down, 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  : 
Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  Thou  art, 
Give  me  Thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  Thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  ; 

I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  Thee. 


4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  Thee,  my  God  ; 
Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 
The  cross  all  stained  with  hallowed 

blood, 

The  labor  of  Thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would,  but  Thou  must  give  the  power  ; 
My  heart  from  every  sin  release  ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  Thy  perfect  peace  1 

29O 

1  Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  Thee, 
Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee  ; 
Weary  of  earth,  myself,  and  sin, 
Open  Thine  arms  and  take  me  in. 

2  Pity  and  heal  my  sin-sick  soul ; 

'Tis  Thou  alone  canst  make  me  whole; 
Dark,  till  in  me  Thine  image  shine, 
And  lost  I  am,  till  Thou  art  mine. 

3  At  last  I  own  it  cannot  be 

That  I  should  fit  myself  for  Thee  : 
Here  then,  to  Thee,  I  all  resign ; 
Thine  is  the  work,  and  only  Thine. 

4  What  can  I  say  Thy  grace  to  move  ? 
Lord,  I  am  sin,  but  Thou  art  love  ; 
I  give  up  every  plea  beside  ; 

Lord,  I  am  lost,  but  Thou  hast  died. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Eternal  Father  of  the  Word, 
Eternal  Son,  co-equal  King, 
Eternal  Spirit,  God  and  Lord, 
To  Thee  unceasing  praise  we  bring. 


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1  Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 

Are  not  Thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  Thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  Thy  grace  ; 
Great  God,  Thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  Thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  Oh,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  Thy  law,  against  Thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  Thy  judgment  grow  se- 
vere, 

I  am  condemned,  but  Thou  art  clear. 

5  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  Thy 

word, 

Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise 
there, 

Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

Psalm  51. 

i  Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  sin, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean : 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 


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2  Behold,  I  fall  before  Thy  face ; 
My  only  refuge  is  Thy  grace ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean ; 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

3  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
Nor   hyssop   branch,  nor  sprinkling 

priest, 

Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

4  Jesus,  my  God,  Thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow ; 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 

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1  Weary  of  struggling  with  my  pain, 
Hopeless  to  burst  this  sinful  chain, 
At  length  I  give  the  contest  o'er, 
And  seek  to  free  myself  no  more. 

2  From  my  own  works  at  last  I  cease  ; 
God,  that  creates,  must  seal  my  peace  ; 
Fruitless  my  toil,  and  vain  my  care, 
Unless  Thy  sovereign  grace  I  share. 

3  Lord,  I  despair  myself  to  heal ; 
I  see  my  sin,  but  do  not  feel ; 
Nor  shall  I,  till  Thy  Spirit  blow, 
And  bid  the  obedient  waters  flow. 

4  'Tis  Thine  a  heart  of  flesh  to  give, 
Thy  gifts  I  only  can  receive  ; 
Here  then  to  Thee  I  all  resign  ; 

To  draw,  redeem,  and  seal,  is  Thine. 


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1  Shall  we  go  on  to  sin, 

Because  Thy  grace  abounds  ? 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  open  all  His  wounds  ? 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ! 

Nor  let  it  e'er  be  said, 
That  we,  whose  sins  are  crucified, 
Should  raise  them  from  the  dead. 

3  We  will  be  slaves  no  more, 

Since  Christ  has  made  us  free, 
Has  nailed  our  tyrants  to  His  cross, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

295 

1  Jesus,  I  come  to  Thee, 

A  sinner  doomed  to  die  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  Thy  cross, 
Here  at  Thy  feet  I  lie. 

2  Can  mercy  reach  my  case, 

And  all  my  sins  remove  ? 
Break,  O  my  God,  this  heart  of  stone, 
And  melt  it  by  Thy  love. 

3  Too  long  my  soul  has  gone 

Far  from  my  God  astray  ; 
I've  sported  on  the  brink  of  hell, 
In  sin's  delusive  way. 

4  But,  Lord,  my  heart  is  fixed, 

I  hope  in  Thee  alone ; 
Break  off  the  chains  of  sin  and  death, 
And  bind  me  to  Thy  throne. 


5  Thy  blood  can  cleanse  my  heart, 

Thy  hand  can  wipe  my  tears  ; 
Oh  send  Thy  blessed  Spirit  down 
To  banish  all  my  fears. 

6  Then  shall  my  soul  arise, 

From  sin  and  Satan  free  ; 
Redeemed  from  hell  and  every  foe, 
I'll  trust  alone  in  Thee. 

Psalm  19. 

1  I  hear  Thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey  : 
Send  Thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 
To  guide  me  lest  I  stray. 

2  Oh,  who  can  ever  find 

The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 
Yet  with  a  bold  presumptuous  mind, 
I  would  not  dare  transgress. 

3  Warn  me  of  every  sin, 

Forgive  my  secret  faults, 
And  cleanse  this  guilty  soul  of  mine, 
Whose  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

4  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  spread  Thy  praise  abroad, 
Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  the  eternal  Three, 
In  will  and  essence  One  ; 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 
Coequal  honors  done. 


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1  Depth  of  mercy !  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  His  wrath  forbear  ? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  His  grace, 
Long  provoked  Him  to  his  face, 
Would  not  hearken  to  His  calls, 
Grieved  Him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Jesus,  answer  from  above  ! 
Is  not  all  Thy  nature  Love  ? 
Wilt  Thou  not  the  wrong  forget, 
Suffer  me  to  kiss  Thy  feet  ? 

4  If  I  rightly  read  Thy  heart, 
If  Thou  all  Compassion  art, 
Bow  Thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow, 
Pardon  and  accept  me  now  ! 

298 

1  Jesus,  save  my  dying  soul, 
Make  the  broken  spirit  whole  : 
Humbled  in  the  dust  I  lie ; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

2  Jesus,  full  of  every  grace, 
Now  reveal  Thy  smiling  face  • 
Grant  the  joy  of  sin  forgiven, 
Foretaste  of  the  bliss  of  heaven. 

3  All  my  guilt  to  Thee  is  known  • 
Thou  art  righteous,  Thou  alone ; 
All  my  help  is  from  Thy  cross, 
All  beside  I  count  but  loss. 


4  Lord,  in  Thee  I  now  believe  ; 
Wilt  Thou,  wilt  Thou  not  forgive? 
Helpless  at  Thy  feet  I  lie  ; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die  ! 

299 

1  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  love, 

We  Thy  kindest  call  obey ; 
Faithful  let  Thy  mercies  prove, 
Take  our  load  of  guilt  away. 

2  Weary  of  this  war  within, 

Weary  of  this  endless  strife, 
Weary  of  ourselves  and  sin, 
Weary  of  a  wretched  life  : 

3  Burdened  with  a  world  of  grief, 

Burdened  with  our  sinful  load, 
Burdened  with  this  unbelief, 

Burdened  with  the  wrath  of  God  : 

4  Lo,  we  come  to  Thee  for  ease, 

True  and  gracious  as  Thou  art : 
Now  our  weary  souls  release, 
Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart. 

300 

1  Prince  of  Peace,  control  my  will, 
Bid  this  struggling  heart  be  still, 
Bid  my  fears  and  doubtings  cease, 
Hush  my  spirit  into  peace. 

2  Saviour,  at  Thy  feet  I  fall, 
Thou  my  Life,  my  God,  my  All : 
Let  Thy  happy  servant  be 

One  forevermore  with  Thee  ! 


138 


PENITENCE. 


HORTON.  7s. 

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301 

1  Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine ; 
Long  hath  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit,  All-Divine, 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine  • 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne, 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 

302 

1  Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
He  Himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  With  my  burden  I  begin  : 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 
Let  Thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

3  Lord,  [  come  to  Thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  Thy  blood-bought  right  maintain 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 


4  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer  ; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

5  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  Thy  people's  death. 

303 

1  Gracious  Spirit,  Dove  Divine, 
Let  Thy  light  within  me  shine  ; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  with  Thy  heavenly  love. 

2  Speak  Thy  pardoning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free, 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  His  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart, 
Breathe  Thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  Thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way, 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord,  forever  Thine. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Blessing,  honor,  glory  be 

Given  by  all  the  heavenly  host, 
And  by  all  on  earth  to  Thee ! 


PENITENCE. 


139 


MENVILLE.     L  M. 


i  I 


^  O4.  Psalm  51. 

1  O  Thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  Thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  memory  from  Thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin ; 
Let  Thy  Good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  Thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring  • 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

4  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  Thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

305 

1  With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh, 
A  trembling  sinner,  Lord,  I  cry ; 
Thy  pardoning  grace  is  rich  and  free  : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 


2  I  smite  upon  my  troubled  breast, 
With  deep  and  conscious  guilt 

pressed, 

Christ  and  His  cross  my  only  plea 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 

3  Far  off  I  stand  with  tearful  eyes, 
Nor  dare  uplift  them  to  the  skies  ; 


op- 


But  Thou  dost  all  my  anguish  see  : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 

4  Nor  alms,  nor  deeds  that  I  have  done, 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone  ; 

To  Calvary  alone  I  flee  : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 

5  And  when  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  I  dwell, 
My  raptured  song  shall  ever  be, 

God  has  been  merciful  to  me  ! 

306 

1  When  at  Thy  footstool,  Lord,  I  bend, 
And  plead  with  Thee  for  mercy  there, 
Think  of  the  sinner's  dying  Friend, 
And  for  His  sake  receive  my  prayer. 

2  Oh  think  not  of  my  shame  and  guilt, 
My  thousand  stains  of  deepest  dye  ; 
Think  of  the  blood  which  Jesus  spilt, 
And  let  that  blood  my  pardon  buy. 

3  Oh  think  upon  Thy  holy  word, 
And  every  plighted  promise  there  ; 
How  prayer  should  evermore  be  heard, 
And  how  Thy  glory  is  to  spare. 

4  Oh  think  not  of  my  doubts  and  fears, 
My  strivings  with  Thy  grace  divine  ; 
Think  upon  Jesus'  woes  and  tears, 
And  let  His  merits  stand  for  mine. 

5  Thine  eye,  Thine  ear,  they  are  not  dull ; 
Thine  arm  can  never  shortened  be  ; 
Behold  me  here  ;  my  heart  is  full ; 
Behold,  and  spare,  and  succor  me ! 


140 


PENITENCE. 


HARVILLE.     C.  M. 


i 


=1  = 

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1 

307 

1  How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  ! 

Our  sin,  how  deep  it  stains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace, 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  ; 
"  Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 

3  My  soul  obeys  the  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief ; 
I  would  believe  Thy  promise,  Lord  ; 
Oh,  help  my  unbelief! 

4  To  the  dear  fountain  of  Thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly ; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

5  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

On  Thy  kind  arms  I  fall : 
Be  Thou  my  Strength  and  Righteous- 
ness, 

My  Saviour  and  my  All. 

308 

1  Jesus,  Thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend ; 

As  such  I  look  to  Thee  ; 
Now  in  the  fulness  of  Thy  love, 
O  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  Remember  Thy  pure  word  of  grace, 

Remember  Calvary ; 
Remember  all  Thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 


3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God, 

I  yield  myself  to  Thee  ; 
While  Thou  art  sitting  on  Thy  throne, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

4  Lord,  I  am  guilty,  I  am  vile, 

But  Thy  salvation's  free  ; 
Then  in  Thine  all-abounding  grace, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

5  And,  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death,, , 

When  creature-helps  all  flee, 
Then,  O  my  dear  Redeemer-God, 
I  pray,  remember  me. 

309 

1  O  Lord,  turn  not  Thy  face  from  me. 

Who  lie  in  woeful  state, 
Lamenting  all  my  sinful  life, 
Before  Thy  mercy-gate : 

2  A  gate  that  opens  wide  to  those 

That  do  lament  their  sin ; 
Shut  not  that  gate  against  me,  Lord, 
But  let  me  enter  in. 

3  And  call  me  not  to  strict  account 

How  I  have  sojourned  here ; 
For  then  my  guilty  conscience  knows 
How  vile  I  shall  appear. 

4  Mercy,  good  Lord,  mercy  I  ask  ; 

This  is  my  humble  prayer ; 
For  mercy,  Lord,  is  all  my  suit, 
Oh  let  Thy  mercy  spare. 

5  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


PENITENCE. 


141 


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310 

1  Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  Thy  feet 

A  guilty  rebel  lies, 
And  upward  to  the  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  bothmy  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears  but  those  which  Thou  hast 
shed, 

No  blood  but  Thou  hast  spilt. 

4  Think  of  Thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord, 

And  all  my  sins  forgive  : 
Justice  will  well  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 

1  Mercy  alone  can  meet  my  case  ; 

For  mercy,  Lord,  I  cry ; 
Jesus  !  Redeemer  !  show  Thy  face 
In  mercy,  or  I  die. 

2  Save  me,  for  none  beside  can  save  ; 

At  Thy  command  I  tread 
With  failing  step  life's  stormy  wave  ; 
The  wave  goes  o'er  my  head. 

3  I  perish,  and  my  doom  were  just ; 

But  wilt  Thou  leave  me  ?    No  : 
I  hold  Thee  fast,  my  Hope,  my  Trust ; 
I  will  not  let  Thee  go  ! 


4  Still  sure  to  me  Thy  promise  stands, 

And  ever  must  abide  ; 
Behold  it  written  on  Thy  hands, 
And  graven  in  Thy  side  ! 

5  To  this,  this  only,  will  I  cleave  ; 

Thy  word  is  all  my  plea  ; 
Thy  word  is  truth,  and  I  believe  : 
Have  mercy,  Lord,  on  me  ! 

312 

1  O  Jesus,  Saviour  of  the  lost, 

My  Rock  and  Hiding-place, 
By  storms  of  sin  and  sorrow  tost, 
I  seek  Thy  sheltering  grace. 

2  Guilty,  forgive  me,  Lord  !  I  cry ; 

Pursued  by  foes,  I  come  ; 
A  sinner,  save  me,  or  I  die  ; 
An  outcast,  take  me  home. 

313 

1  And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 

My  dearest  Lord  for  Thee  ? 
It  is  but  right,  since  Thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 

2  Ten  thousand  worlds,ten  thousand  lives 

How  worthless  they  appear, 
Compared  with  Thee,  supremely  good, 
Divinely  bright  and  fair. 

3  Saviour  of  souls,  while  I  from  Thee 

A  single  smile  obtain  ; 
Though  destitute  of  all  things  else, 
I'll  glory  in  my  gain  ! 


142 


PENITENCE. 


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1  Humbly  now,  with  deep  contrition, 

We  Thy  mercy,  Lord,  entreat, 
Now,  as  mourning,  weeping,  kneeling, 

We  bow  down  before  Thy  feet  : 
Father,  in  the  day  of  anguish, 

And  of  darkness,  and  of  shame, 
Cling  we  to  that  precious  promise 

Made  to  us  in  Jesus'  name. 

2  For  His  sake,  our  great  Redeemer, 

Through  His  death  of  wondrous  love, 
Dare  we  to  approach  the  footstool 

Of  Thy  mighty  throne  above  : 
Aye,  through  Him  who  bore  in  sorrow, 

Bore  in  want,  in  woe,  and  strife, 
This  same  weight  of  human  weakness, 

This  same  weary  human  life. 

3  Through  His  Name,  and  by  His  merits, 

Whom  we  worship  and  adore, 
For  His  blessed  sake,  we  pray  Thee, 

Hear  us,  spare  us  evermore. 
By  His  hour  of  mortal  weakness, 

Give  Thine  erring  children  strength, 
That  they  bear  the  burden  bravely, 

That  they  win  the  crown  at  length,  i 


1  Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion, 

Hear  Thy  humble  suppliant's  cry  - 
Let  me  know  Thy  great  salvation  ■ 

See,  I  languish,  faint,  and  die  ; 
Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 

Overwhelmed  with  helpless  grief, 
Prostrate  at  Thy  feet,  repenting, 

Send,  oh,  send  me  quick  relief. 

2  Whither  should  a  wretch  be  flying, 

But  to  Him  who  comfort  gives  ? 
Whither,  from  the  dread  of  dying, 

But  to  Him  who  ever  lives  ? 
Saved  !  the  deed  shall  spread  new  glory 

Through  the  shining  realms  above ; 
Angels  sing  the  pleasing  story, 

All  enraptured  with  Thy  love. 

3  God  of  God,  the  One-Begotten, 

Light  of  Light,  Immanuel, 
In  whose  Body,  joined  together, 

All  the  saints  forever  dwell, 
Pour  upon  us  of  Thy  fulness, 

That  we  may  for  evermore 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son,  and 

God  the  Holy  Ghost  adore. 


PENITENCE. 


143 


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316 

1  Wretched,  helpless,  and  distrest, 

Ah!  whither  shall  I  fly? 
Ever  panting  after  rest, 

I  cannot  find  it  nigh  : 
Naked,  sick,  and  poor,  and  blind, 

Bound  in  sin  and  misery, 
Friend  of  sinners,  let  me  find 

My  help,  my  all  in  Thee  ! 

2  In  the  wilderness  I  stray, 

My  foolish  heart  is  blind  ; 
Nothing  do  I  know ;  the  way 

Of  peace  I  cannot  find : 
Jesus,  Lord,  restore  my  sight, 

Take,  O  take  the  veil  away ; 
Turn  my  darkness  into  light, 

My  midnight  into  day. 

3  Naked  of  Thine  image,  Lord, 

Forsaken,  and  alone, 
Unrenewed,  and  unrestored, 

I  have  not  Thee  put  on  : 
Over  me  Thy  mantle  spread, 

Send  Thy  likeness  from  above; 
Let  Thy  goodness  be  displayed, 

And  wrap  me  in  Thy  love. 


4  Poor,  alas  !  Thou  knowest  I  am, 

And  would  be  poorer  still ; 
See  my  nakedness  and  shame,  6 

And  all  my  vileness  feel : 
No  good  thing  in  me  resides, 

All  my  soul  an  aching  void, 
Till  Thy  Spirit  there  abides, 

And  I  am  filled  with  God. 

5  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 

In  Thee  is  all  I  want ; 
Be  the  wanderer's  resting-place, 

A  cordial  to  the  faint ; 
Make  me  rich,  for  I  am  poor ; 

In  Thee  may  I  Eden  find ; 
To  the  dying  health  restore, 

And  eyesight  to  the  blind ! 

6  Clothe  me  with  Thy  holiness, 

Thy  meek  humility ; 
Put  on  me  Thy  glorious  dress, 

Endue  my  soul  with  Thee  ; 
Let  Thine  image  be  restored, 

Let  me  now  Thy  nature  prove ; 
With  Thy  fulness  fill  me,  Lord, 

And  perfect  me  in  love. 


144 


FAITH. 


FIELD.     H.  M. 

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1  Come,  my  Redeemer,  come, 

And  deign  to  dwell  with  me, 
Come,  and  Thy  right  assume, 

And  bid  Thy  rivals  flee  : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  Thy  lasting  home. 

2  Exert  Thy  mighty  power, 

And  banish  all  my  sin, 
In  this  auspicious  hour, 

Bring  all  Thy  graces  in  : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  Thy  lasting  home. 

3  Rule  Thou  in  every  thought 

And  passion  of  my  soul, 
Till  all  my  powers  are  brought 

Beneath  Thy  full  control : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  Thy  lasting  home. 

4  Then  shall  my  days  be  Thine, 

And  all  my  heart  be  love, 
And  joy  and  peace  be  mine, 

Such  as  are  known  above  : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  Thy  lasting  home. 


318 

1  Ye  fair,  enchanting  throng, 

Ye  golden  dreams,  farewell ! 
Earth  has  prevailed  too  long, 

And  now  I  break  the  spell : 
In  vain  for  me  your  false  lights  shine, 
Christ  and  the  cross  henceforth  be  mine. 

2  In  Gilead  there  is  balm, 

A  kind  Physician  there 
My  fevered  mind  to  calm, 

And  bid  me  not  despair  : 
Aid  me,  dear  Saviour  !  set  me  free ; 
My  all  I  would  resign  to  Thee. 

3  Oh  may  I  feel  Thy  worth, 

And  let  no  idol  dare — 
No  vanity  of  earth — 

With  Thee,  my  Lord,  compare : 
Now  bid  all  worldly  joys  depart, 
And  reign  supremely  in  my  heart. 

DOXOLOGY. 
To  God  the  Father's  throne, 

Perpetual  honors  raise, 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
And  to  the  Spirit  praise  : 
With  all  our  powers,  Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing,  while  faith  adores. 


FAITH. 


145 


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1  Oh,  help  us  when  our  spirits  bleed, 

With  contrite  anguish  sore  ; 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead, 
Oh,  help  us,  Lord,  the  more  ! 

2  Oh,  help  us,  through  the  prayer  of  faith, 

More  firmly  to  believe ! 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath, 
The  more  shall  he  receive. 

3  If,  strangers  to  Thy  fold,  we  call, 

Imploring  at  Thy  feet 
The  crumbs  that  from  Thy  table  fall, 
'Tis  all  we  dare  entreat. 

4  But  be  it,  Lord  of  mercy,  all, 

So  Thou  wilt  grant  but  this  ; 
The  crumbs  that  from  Thy  table  fall 
Are  light,  and  life,  and  bliss. 

320 

1  O  Thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humble  sigh  ;  # 
Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  0ft : 

2  See,  Lord,  before  Thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn ; 
Hast  Thou  not  bid  me  seek  Thy  face  ? 
Hast  Thou  not  said,  "  Return"  ? 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  Thy  feet  ? 
Oh  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat ! 


4  Oh  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ! 
And  let  Thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joy  divine. 

321 

1  Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  His  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  Thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  prest, 
By  war  without,  and  fear  within, 
I  come  to  Thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  Thou  my  Shield  and  Hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  Thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him,  Thou  hast  died. 

5  Oh  wondrous  love,  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 

Might  plead  Thy  gracious  Name ! 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 

All  glory  be  from  Saints  on  earth, 
And  from  the  Angel-host. 


146 


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322 

1  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 

But  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bid'st  me  come  toThee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each 
spot, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  and  fears  within,  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

5  Just  as  I  am,  Thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve ; 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 


6  Just  as  I  am, — Thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down, — 
Now,  to  be  Thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

323 

1  Just  as  thou  art,  without  one  trace 
Of  love,  or  joy,  or  inward  grace, 
Or  meetness  for  the  heavenly  place, 

O  guilty  sinner,  come  ! 

2  Burdened  with  guilt,  would'st  thou  be 

blest  ? 

Trust  not  the  world,  it  gives  no  rest ; 
Christ  brings  relief  to  hearts  opprest ; 
O  weary  sinner,  come  ! 

3  Come,  leave  thy  burden  at  the  cross  ; 
Count  all  thy  gains  but  worthless  dross ; 
His  grace  o'erpays  all  earthly  loss ; 

O  needy  sinner,  come  ! 

4  Come,  hither  bring  thy  boding  fears, 
Thy  aching  heart,  thy  bursting  tears  ; 
'Tis  Mercy's  voice  salutes  thine  ears ; 

O  trembling  sinner,  come  ! 


FAITH. 


147 


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324 

1  Whither,  O  whither  should  I  fly, 
But  to  my  loving  Saviour's  breast, 
Secure  within  Thine  arms  to  lie, 
And  safe  beneath  Thy  wings  to  rest ! 

2  I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun, 
But  Thou,  O  Christ,  my  wisdom  art ; 
I  ever  into  ruin  run, 

But  Thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

3  I  have  no  might  to  oppose  the  foe, 
But  everlasting  strength  is  Thine  ; 
Show  me  the  way  that  I  should  go, 
Show  me  the  path  I  should  decline. 

4  Foolish,  and  impotent,  and  blind, 
Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known  ; 
Bring  me  where  I  my  heaven  may  find, 
The  heaven  of  loving  Thee  alone. 

325 

1  No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 
Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done ; 

I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  Thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  His  Name, 
What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss  ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  His  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 
All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake  : 
Oh  may  my  soul  be  found  in  Him, 
And  of  His  righteousness  partake  ! 


4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  Thy  throne  ; 
But  faith  can  answer  Thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

326 

1  Now  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart, 
With  all  my  powers,  to  serve  the  Lord ; 
Nor  from  His  ways  will  I  depart, 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

2  Oh  be  this  service  all  my  joy  J 
Around  let  my  example  shine, 
Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 
And  join  in  labors  so  divine. 

3  Oh  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Nor  wandering  leave  His  sacred  ways : 
Great  God,  accept  my  soul's  desire, 
And  give  me  strength  to  live  Thy  praise ! 

327 

1  My  precious  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Name 
I  bear  the  cross,  despise  the  shame  ; 
Nor  do  I  faint  while  Thou  art  near  • 

I  lean  on  Thee  ;  how  can  I  fear  ? 

2  No  other  name  but  Thine  is  given 
To  cheer  my  soul,  in  earth  or  heaven  ; 
No  other  wealth  will  I  require ; 

No  other  friend  can  I  desire. 

3  Yea,  into  nothing  would  I  fall 
For  Thee  alone,  my  All  in  All ; 
To  feel  Thy  love,  my  only  joy, 
To  tell  Thy  love,  my  sole  employ. 


148  FAITH. 
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328 

Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  • 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  Thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 
Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  Thy  law's  demands ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring  ; 
Simply  to  Thy  cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress ; 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace  ; 
Foul,  I  to  the  Fountain  fly ; 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die  ! 

4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment-throne, 
Rock*  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee, 

329 

1  Saviour  of  our  ruined  race, 
Fountain  of  redeeming  grace, 
Let  us  now  Thy  fulness  see, 
While  we  here  converse  with  Thee  ; 
Hearken  to  our  ardent  prayer, 
Let  us  all  Thy  blessing  share. 


2  Weak,  unworthy,  sinful,  vile, 
Yet  we  seek  Thy  heavenly  smile  ; 
Canst  Thou  all  our  sins  forgive  ? 
Dost  Thou  bid  us  look  and  live  ? 
Lord,  we  wonder  and  adore ! 
Oh  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more ! 

Litany. 

1  Son  of  God,  to  Thee  I  cry ! 
By  the  holy  mystery 

Of  Thy  dwelling  here  on  earth, 
By  Thy  pure  and  holy  birth, 
Hear,  oh,  hear  my  lowly  plea ; 
Manifest  Thyself  to  me  ! 

2  Lamb  of  God,  to  Thee  I  cry  { 
By  Thy  bitter  agony, 

By  Thy  pangs  to  us  unknown, 
By  Thy  spirit's  parting  groan, 
Hear,  oh,  hear  my  lowly  plea ; 
Manifest  Thyself  to  me  ! 

3  Lord  of  glory,  God  most  high, 
Man  exalted  to  the  sky, 
With  Thy  love  my  bosom  fill ; 
Prompt  me  to  perform  Thy  will : 
Then  Thy  glory  I  shall  see, 
Thou  wilt  bring  me  home  to  Thee. 

DOXOLOGY. 
Praise  the  name  of  God  most  high, 
Praise  Him,  all  below  the  sky, 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  His  praise  shall  last. 


FAITH. 


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1  I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 
He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load : 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  His  blood  most  precious, 

Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

2  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus  ; 

All  fulness  dwells  in  Him ; 
He  heals  all  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem : 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares  ; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrows  shares. 

3  I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine  ; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  His  breast  recline  : 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord  \ 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes, 

His  name  abroad  is  poured. 


1  To  Thee,  my  God  and  Saviour, 

My  heart  exulting  springs, 
Rejoicing  in  Thy  favor, 

Almighty  King  of  kings : 
I'll  celebrate  Thy  glory, 

With  all  the  saints  above, 
And  tell  the  wondrous  story 

Of  Thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  with  roses 

Bedecks  the  dewy  east, 
And  when  the  sun  reposes 

Upon  the  ocean's  breast, 
My  voice  in  supplication, 

Jehovah,  Thou  shalt  hear  : 
Oh  grant  me  Thy  salvation, 

And  to  my  soul  draw  near. 

3  By  Thee  through  life  supported, 

I  pass  the  dangerous  road, 
With  heavenly  hosts  escorted 

Up  to  their  bright  abode  ; 
There  cast  my  crown  before  Thee, 

My  toils  and  conflicts  o'er, 
And  day  and  night  adore  Thee : 

What  can  an  angel  more  ? 


150 


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1  Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  Thee ; 
Destitute,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  All  shalt  be  : 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own ! 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too  ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me  ; 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue ; 
And  while  Thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,and  friends  may  shun  me, 

Show  Thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  ! 

Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain  ! 
In  Thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  Thy  favor,  loss  is  gain ; 
I  have  called  Thee,  Abba,  Father, 

I  have  stayed  my  heart  on  Thee : 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may 
gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  Thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 
Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest : 


Oh,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 
While  Thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 

Oh,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 
Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  Thee ! 

5  Take,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation  ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear : 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee  I 

What  a  Father's  smile  is  thine ! 
What  a  Saviour  died  to  win  thee  ! 

Child  of  heaven,  shouldst  thou  re- 
pine ? 

6  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,and  winged  by  prayer; 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there: 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Swift  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days  ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  the  God  of  all  creation ; 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation, 

Priest  and  King  enthroned  above  : 
Praise  the  Fountain  of  salvation, 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live ; 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give. 


FAITH. 


151 


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1  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory ■ 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time, 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me ; 
Lo !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified ; 
Peace  is  there,  that  knows  no  meas- 
ure, 

Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory ; 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time, 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

335 

i  Jesus,  who  on  Calvary's  mountain 
Poured  Thy  precious  blood  for  me, 
Wash  me  in  its  flowing  fountain, 
That  my  soul  may  spotless  be. 


2  I  have  sinned,  but  oh,  restore  me  ! 

For  unless  Thou  smile  on  me, 
Dark  is  all  the  world  before  me, 
Darker  yet  eternity. 

3  In  Thy  word  I  hear  Thee  saying, 
"  Come  and  I  will  give  you  rest 
And  the  gracious  call  obeying, 

See,  I  hasten  to  Thy  breast. 

336 

1  Lord,  I  know  Thy  grace  is  nigh  me, 

Though  Thyself  I  cannot  see  ; 
Jesus,  Master,  pass  not  by  me ; 
Son  of  David,  pity  me. 

2  While  I  sit  in  weary  blindness, 

Longing  for  the  blessed  light, 
Many  taste  Thy  loving-kindness ; 
"  Lord,  I  would  receive  my  sight." 

3  I  would  see  Thee  and  adore  Thee, 

And  Thy  word  the  power  can  give  ; 
Hear  the  sightless  soul  implore  Thee  : 
Let  me  see  Thy  face  and  live. 

4  Ah  !  what  touch  is  this  that  thrills  me  ? 

What  this  burst  of  strange  delight  ? 
Lo,  the  rapturous  vision  fills  me  ! 
This  is  Jesus  !  this  is  sight ! 

5  Room,  ye  saints  that  throng  behind 

Let  me  follow  in  the  way  ;     [Him  ! 
I  will  teach  the  blind  to  find  Him 
Who  can  turn  their  night  to  day. 


152 


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1  I've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price! 

My  heart  doth  sing  for  joy  ; 
And  sing  I  must,  for  Christ  is  mine ! 
Christ  shall  my  song  employ. 

2  Christ  is  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King; 

My  Prophet  full  of  light, 
My  great  High  Priest  before  the  throne, 
My  King  of  heavenly  might. 

3  For  He  indeed  is  Lord  of  lords, 

And  He  the  King  of  kings ; 
He  is  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
With  healing  in  His  wings. 

4  Christ  is  my  Peace ;  He  died  for  me, 

For  me  He  gave  His  blood ; 
And  as  my  wondrous  Sacrifice, 
Offered  Himself  to  God. 

5  Christ  Jesus  is  my  All  in  All, 

My  comfort  and  my  love  ; 
My  life  below,  and  He  shall  be 
My  joy  and  crown  above. 

338 

1  Jesus,  I  love  Thy  charming  name, 

'T  is  music  to  mine  ear  ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

2  Yes,  Thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  Transport  and  my  Trust ; 
Jewels  to  Thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 


3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  Thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Not  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

339 

1  Oh  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  His  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honors  of  Thy  name. 

3  Jesus  !  the  name  that  calms  our  fears. 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'T  is  music  to  our  ravished  ears  ; 
'T  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean ; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  Him 
known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 


PRAISE. 


153 


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1  Arise,  my  soul,  arise  ! 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears  ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  : 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  His  hands. 

2  Five  bleeding  wounds  He  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  plead  for  me  : 
Forgive  him,  oh  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die  ! 

3  The  Father  hears  Him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One  ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  His  Son ; 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  My  God  is  reconciled  ; 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear ; 
He  owns  me  for  His  child; 

I  can  no  longer  fear : 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

34* 

i  Join  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore, 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  His  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth. 


2  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  bless  Thy  name ; 
By  Thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came  : 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  my  great  High-Priest, 

Offered  His  blood  and  died ; 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 

No  sacrifice  beside  : 
His  powerful  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

4  My  dear  Almighty  Lord  ! 

My  Conqueror  and  my  King  I 
Thy  sceptre  and  Thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing  : 
Thine  is  the  power;  behold,  I  sit, 
In  willing  bonds,  beneath  Thy  feet. 

5  Now  let  my  soul  arise, 

And  tread  the  tempter  down ; 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 

To  conquest  and  a  crown ; 
A  feeble  saint  shall  win  the  day, 
Though  death  and  hell  obstruct  the  way. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit  ever  blest, 
Eternal  Three  in  One, 

All  worship  be  addressed : 
As  heretofore  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  so  for  evermore ! 


154 


PRAISE. 


DENFIELD.     C.  M. 


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1  O  Jesus,  King  most  wonderful, 

Thou  Conqueror  renowned ! 
Thou  sweetness  most  ineffable, 
In  whom  all  joys  are  found  ! 

2  When  once  Thou  visitest  the  heart, 

Then  truth  begins  to  shine, 
Then  earthly  vanities  depart, 
Then  kindles  love  divine. 

3  O  Jesus,  Light  of  all  below ! 

Thou  Fount  of  life  and  fire ! 
Surpassing  all  the  joys  we  know, 
All  that  we  can  desire  ! 

4  May  every  heart  confess  Thy  name, 

And  ever  Thee  adore  ; 
And  seeking  Thee,  itself  inflame 
To  seek  Thee  more  and  more. 

5  Thee  may  our  tongues  forever  bless 

Thee  may  we  love  alone  • 
And  ever,  in  our  life  express 
The  image  of  Thine  own. 

3+3 

1  Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu  ! 

A  nobler  choice  be  mine; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown, 

O  Name  divinely  sweet ! 
Jesus,  in  Thee,  in  Thee  alone, 
Wealth,  honor,  pleasure  meet. 


3  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart, 

Of  this  dear  gift  possessed, 
I'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  forever  blest. 

4  Dear  Sovereign  of  my  soul's  desires, 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine  • 
Accept  the  gift  that  love  inspires, 
And  bid  me  call  Thee  mine. 

3+4 

1  Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue  ; 

It  has  no  charms  for  me ; 
Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 

No  more  content  afford  ; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
For  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 

The  stars  are  all  concealed, 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice  ; 

I  bid  them  all  depart ; 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice, 
Have  fixed  my  roving  heart. 

5  And  may  I  hope  that  Thou  wilt  own 

A  worthless  worm  like  me  ? 
Dear  Lord,  I  would  be  Thine  alone, 
And  wholly  live  to  Thee. 


PRAISE. 


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1  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 

Upon  the  Saviour's  brow  • 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  Him  compare 

Among  the  sons  of  men  ■ 
Fairer  is  He  than  all  the  fair 
That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

He  flew  to  my  relief; 
For  me  He  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  Him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have  ; 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
He  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

5  To  heaven,  the  place  of  His  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet, 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joy  complete. 

6  Since  from  His  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  Thine. 

34-6 

i  Our   Father   God !  how  sweet  the 
sound ! 
How  tender  and  how  dear  ! 
Not  all  the  melody  of  heaven 
Could  so  delight  the  ear. 


2  Come,  Sacred  Spirit,  seal  the  Name 

On  my  expanding  heart ; 
And  show,  that  in  Jehovah's  grace, 
I  share  a  filial  part. 

3  Cheered  by  a  signal  so  divine, 

Unwavering  I  believe : 
Thou  knowest  I,  Abba,  Father,  cry, 
Nor  can  Thy  word  deceive. 

3+7 

1  Compared  with  Christ,  in  all  beside 

No  comeliness  I  see ; 
The  one  thing  needful,  dearest  Lord, 
Is  to  be  one  with  Thee. 

2  The  sense  of  Thy  redeeming  love 

Into  my  soul  convey  • 
Thyself  bestow,  for  Thee  alone, 
My  All  in  All,  I  pray. 

3  Less  than  Thyself  will  not  suffice 

My  comfort  to  restore  ; 
More  than  Thyself  I  cannot  crave, 
And  Thou  canst  give  no  more. 

4  Loved  of  my  God,  for  Him  again 

With  love  intense  I'd  burn  ; 
Chosen  of  Thee  ere  time  began, 
I'd  choose  Thee  in  return. 

5  Whate'er  consists  not  with  Thy  love, 

Oh  teach  me  to  resign ; 
I'm  rich  to  all  the  intents  of  bliss 
If  Thou,  O  God,  art  mine. 


156 


PRAISE. 


HENDON. 


348 

1  Ask  ye  what  great  thing  I  know 
That  delights  and  stirs  me  so  ? 
What  the  high  reward  I  win  ? 
Whose  the  name  I  glory  in  ? 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

2  What  is  faith's  foundation  strong  ? 
What  awakes  my  lips  to  song  ? 
He  who  bore  my  sinful  load, 
Purchased  for  me  peace  with  God, 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

3  Who  defeats  my  fiercest  foes  ? 
Who  consoles  my  saddest  woes  ? 
Who  revives  my  fainting  heart, 
Healing  all  its  hidden  smart  ? 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

4  Who  is  life  in  life  to  me  ? 

Who  the  death  of  death  will  be  ? 
Who  will  place  me  on  His  right 
With  the  countless  hosts  of  light  ? 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

5  This  is  that  great  thing  I  know ; 
This  delights  and  stirs  me  so ; 
Faith  in  Him  who  died  to  save, 
Him  who  triumphed  o'er  the  grave, 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 


349 

1  Earth  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair, 
Lovely  forms  or  beauties  rare, 
But  before  my  eyes  they  bring 
Christ,  of  beauty  source  and  spring. 

2  When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  golden  sunbeams  rise, 
Then  my  Saviour's  form  I  find 
Brightly  imaged  on  my  mind. 

3  When  the  day-beams  pierce  the  night, 
Oft  I  think  on  Jesus'  light, 

Think  how  bright  that  light  will  be, 
Shining  through  eternity. 

4  When,  as  moonlight  softly  steals, 
Heaven  its  thousand  eyes  reveals, 
Then  I  think :  Who  made  their  light 
Is  a  thousand  times  more  bright. 

5  When  I  see  in  spring-tide  gay, 
Fields  their  varied  tints  display, 
Wakes  the  thrilling  thought  in  me, 
What  must  their  Creator  be  ! 

6  Lord  of  all  that's  fair  to  see, 
Come,  reveal  Thyself  to  me ! 
Let  me,  'mid  Thy  radiant  light, 
See  Thine  unveiled  glories  bright. 


PRAISE. 


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1  Blessed  Saviour,  Thee  I  love, 
All  my  other  joys  above  ; 

All  my  hopes  in  Thee  abide, 
Thou  my  Hope,  and  nought  beside  ; 
Ever  let  my  glory  be, 
Only,  only,  only  Thee. 

2  Once  again  beside  the  cross, 
All  my  gain  I  count  but  loss  ; 
Earthly  pleasures  fade  away ; 
Clouds  they  are  that  hide  my  day : 
Hence,  vain  shadows  !  let  me  see 
Jesus,  crucified  for  me. 

3  From  beneath  that  thorny  crown 
Trickle  drops  of  cleansing  down ; 
Pardon  from  Thy  pierced  hand 
Now  I  take,  while  here  I  stand ; 
Only  then  I  live  to  Thee, 
When  Thy  wounded  side  I  see. 

4  Blessed  Saviour,  Thine  am  I, 
Thine  to  live,  and  Thine  to  die ; 
Height  or  depth,  or  earthly  power, 


Ne'er  shall  hide  my  Saviour  more : 
Ever  shall  my  glory  be, 
Only,  only,  only  Thee  ! 

1  Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky, 

Christ,  the  true,  the  only  Light, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night ! 
Day-spring  from  on  high,  be  near ! 
Day-star,  in  my  heart  appear ! 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 

Unaccompanied  by  Thee ; 
Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  Thy  mercy's  beams  I  see  ; 
Till  they  inward  light  impart, 
Glad  my  eyes  and  warm  my  heart. 

3  Visit,  then,  this  soul  of  mine ; 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 
Fill  me,  Radiancy  Divine  ! 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief ; 
More  and  more  Thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 


158  PRAISE. 


BOARDMAN.     C.  M. 


1  Jesus,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 

That  radiant  form  of  Thine  ; 
The  veil  of  sense  hangs  dark  between 
Thy  blessed  face  and  mine. 

2  I  see  Thee  not,  I  hear  Thee  not, 

Yet  art  Thou  oft  with  me  • 
And  earth  hath  ne'er  so  dear  a  spot, 
As  where  I  meet  with  Thee. 

3  Like  some  bright  dream  that  comes 

unsought 
When  slumbers  o'er  me  roll, 
Thine  image  ever  fills  my  thought, 
And  charms  my  ravished  soul, 

4  Yet  though  I  have  not  seen,  and  still 

Must  rest  in  faith  alone, 
I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord, — and  will, 
Unseen,  but  not  Unknown. 

5  When  death  these  mortal  eyes  shall  seal, 

And  still  this  throbbing  heart, 
The  rending  veil  shall  Thee  reveal, 
All  glorious  as  Thou  art ! 

353 

1  O  Jesus,  Thou  the  beauty  art 

Of  angel-worlds  above ; 
Thy  Name  is  music  to  the  heart, 
Enchanting  it  with  love. 

2  O  Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  the  sighs 

Which  unto  Thee  I  send  ; 


To  Thee  my  inmost  spirit  cries, 
My  being's  hope  and  end. 

3  Stay  with  us,  Lord,  and  with  Thy  light 

Illume  the  soul's  abyss  ; 
Scatter  the  darkness  of  our  night, 
And  fill  the  world  with  bliss. 

4  O  Jesus,  King  of  earth  and  heaven, 

Our  Life  and  Joy,  to  Thee 
Be  honor,  thanks,  and  blessing  given 
Through  all  eternity ! 

354 

1  My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 

My  spirit  doth  rejoice 
In  God,  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 
I  hear  His  joyful  voice. 

2  I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joy, 

Who  have  a  feast  at  home ; 
My  sighs  are  turned  to  happy  songs ; 
The  Comforter  is  come. 

3  Down  from  on  high,  the  blessed  Dove 

Is  come  into  my  breast, 
To  witness  God's  eternal  love : 
This  is  my  heavenly  feast. 

4  Glory  to  God  the  Father  be, 

Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  to  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Glory  to  God  alone. 


PRAISE. 


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1  Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound  ! 

That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to 

fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear 
The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 

3  Through  many    dangers,  toils,  and 

snares, 
I  have  already  come  ; 
'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus 
far, 

And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 

His  word  my  hope  secures  ; 
He  will  my  Shield  and  Portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like 

snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine  ; 
But  God  who  called  me  here  below, 
Will  be  forever  mine. 


356 

1  I  love  Thee,  O  my  God,  but  not 

For  what  I  hope  thereby  ; 
Nor  yet  because  who  love  Thee  not, 
Must  die  eternally. 

2  I  love  Thee,  O  my  God,  and  still 

I  ever  will  love  Thee, 
Solely  because  my  God  Thou  art 
Who  first  hast  loved  me. 

3  For  me,  to  lowest  depths  of  woe 

Thou  didst  Thyself  abase  ; 
For  me  didst  bear  the  cross,  the  shame, 
And  manifold  disgrace  : 

4  For  me  didst  suffer  pains  unknown, 

Blood-sweat  and  agony, 
Yea,  death  itself, — all,  all  for  me, 
For  me,  Thine  enemy. 

5  Then  shall  I  not,  O  Saviour  mine, 

Shall  I  not  love  Thee  well  ? 
Not  with  the  hope  of  winning  heaven, 
Nor  of  escaping  hell : 

6  Not  with  the  hope  of  earning  aught, 

Nor  seeking  a  reward, 
But  freely,  fully,  as  Thyself 
Hast  loved  me,  O  Lord  ! 

DOXOLOGY. 

The  Father's  Name  we  loudly  raise, 

The  Son  we  all  adore, 
The  Holy  Ghost,  One  God,  we  praise, 

Both  now  and  evermore. 


160 


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ROCKINGHAM. 


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1  Jesus,  Thou  Joy  of  loving  hearts  ! 
Thou  Fount  of  Life  !  Thou  Light  of 

men ! 

From  the  best  bliss  that  earth  imparts, 
We  turn,  unfilled,  to  Thee  again. 

2  Thy  truth  unchanged  hath  ever  stood ; 
Thou  savest  those  that  on  Thee  call ; 
To  them  that  seek  Thee,  Thou  art 

good; 

To  them  that  find  Thee,  All  in  All. 

3  We  taste  Thee  O  Thou  Living  Bread, 
And  long  to  feast  upon  Thee  still ; 
We  drink  of  Thee,  the  Fountain-head, 
And  thirst,  our  souls  from  Thee  to  fill. 

4  Our  restless  spirits  yearn  for  Thee 
Where'er  our  changeful  lot  is  cast  ; 
Glad,  when  Thy  gracious  smile  we  see, 
Blest,when  our  faith  can  hold  Thee  fast. 

5  O  Jesus,  ever  with  us  stay, 

Make  all  our  moments  calm  and  bright, 
Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away, 
Shed  o'er  the  world  Thy  holy  light. 

358 

1  In  Christ  I've  all  my  soul's  desire  ; 
His  Spirit  does  my  heart  inspire 
With  boundless  wishes  large  and  high  ; 
And  Christ  will  all  my  wants  supply. 

2  Christ  is  my  Hope,  my  Strength,  and 

Guide  ; 

For  me  He  bled,  and  groaned,  and  died; 


He  is  my  Sun,  to  give  me  light ; 
He  is  my  soul's  supreme  Delight. 

3  Christ  is  the  Source  of  all  my  bliss  ; 
My  Wisdom  and  my  Righteousness, 
My  Saviour,  Brother,  and  my  Friend  ; 
On  Him  alone  I  now  depend. 

4  Christ  is  my  King,  to  rule  and  bless, 
And  all  my  troubles  to  redress ; 
He's  my  Salvation  and  my  All, 
Whate'er  on  earth  shall  me  befall. 

5  Christ  is  my  Strength  and  Portion  too ; 
My  soul  in  Him  can  all  things  do ; 
Through  Him  I'll  triumph  o'er  the 

grave, 

And  death  and  every  foe  outbrave. 

359 

1  Jesus,  I  love  Thee  evermore, 

For  Thou  hast  loved  me,  Lord,  before ; 

I  have  no  freedom,  but  to  be 

A  willing  slave,  dear  Lord,  to  Thee. 

2  Let  memory  then  no  thought  retain 
Except  the  glory  of  Thy  reign ; 
Nor  let  my  mind  desire  below 
Aught  but  the  love  of  Christ  to  know. 

3  I  cannot  have  a  wish  or  thought 
Except  to  love  Thee  as  I  ought; 
What  by  Thy  gracious  gift  is  mine, 
With  joy  I  freely  make  it  Thine. 

4  From  Thee  I  have,  to  Thee  I  give ; 
In  Thy  commands,  oh  let  me  live ! 
My  wants  will  then  be  all  supplied, 
For  all  are  only  dreams  beside. 


PRAISE. 


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1  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  did  not  love  the  fold, 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controlled  : 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home, 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  His  child ; 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild : 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone  ; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 

They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

3  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is ; 

'T  was  He  that  loved  my  soul, 
'T  was  He  that  washed  me  in  His  blood, 

'T  was  He  that  made  me  whole : 
'T  was  He  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep  ; 
'T  was  He  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 

'T  is  He  that  still  doth  keep. 

4  No  more  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  love  to  be  controlled, 
I  love  my  tender  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  love  the  peaceful  fold : 


No  more  a  wayward  child, 

I  seek  no  more  to  roam; 
I  love  my  heavenly  Father's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  His  home ! 

361 

1  I  was  a  foe  to  God, 

I  fought  in  Satan's  host, 
I  trifled  all  His  grace  away, 

Alas  !  my  soul  was  lost : 
Yet  God  forgets  my  sin  ; 

His  heart,  with  pity  moved, 
He  gives  me,  Son  of  God,  in  Thee ; 

Lo,  thus  our  God  hath  loved ! 

2  Once,  blind  with  sin  and  self, 

Along  the  treacherous  way 
That  ends  in  ruin  at  the  last, 

I  hastened  far  astray : 
Then  God  sent  down  His  Son ; 

For  with  a  love  most  deep, 
Most    undeserved,    His    heart  still 
yearned 

O'er  me,  poor  wandering  sheep ! 

3  God  with  His  life  of  love 

To  me  was  far  and  strange ; 
My  heart  clung  only  to  the  world 

Of  sight,  and  sense,  and  change : 
In  Thee,  Immanuel, 

Are  God  and  man  made  one  ; 
In  Thee  my  heart  hath  peace  with  God, 

And  union  in  the  Son. 


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1  Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name  ! 
Ye,  who  His  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears ; 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears  ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancelled  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye,  alas  !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  to  death  and  sin, 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome  all  by  sin  opprest, 
Welcome  to  His  sacred  rest ; 
Nothing  brought  Him  from  above, — 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

6  When  His  Spirit  leads  us  home, 
When  we  to  His  glory  come, 
We  shall  all  the  fulness  prove 
Of  our  Lord's  redeeming  love. 

7  Hither  then  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  cheerful  string  ; 


Mortals,  join  the  host  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

363 

1  Children  of  the  Heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey  sweetly  sing  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  His  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest ! 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seat,  is  now  prepared  ; 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren  ;  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

5  Lord,  obediently  we  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  Thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  Thee  ! 

DOXOLOGY. 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Blessing,  honor,  glory  be 

Given  by  all  the  heavenly  host, 
And  by  all  on  earth,  to  Thee  ! 


PRAISE. 


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1  Oh,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
Oh,  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine, 
I'd  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  He  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin,  and  wrath  divine : 
I'd  sing  His  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all-perfect  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  He  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  He  wears, 

Exalted  on  His  throne : 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 

Make  all  His  glories  known. 

4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me 

home, 

And  I  shall  see  His  face ; 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 
Triumphant  in  His  grace. 


365 


1  O  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  thee  ? 
I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 

2  Stronger  His  love  than  death  or  hell ; 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable  ; 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
In  vain  desire  its  depths  to  see ; 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery, 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height. 

3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God  : 
Oh  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor,  stony  heart ! 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine  ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine, 

Be  mine  this  better  part. 

4  Oh  that  I  could  forever  sit 
With  Mary  at  my  Saviour's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice ; 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice. 


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366 


Come,  Thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  Thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  : 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount,  I'm  fixed  upon  it, 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

Here  I  raise  my  Eben-ezer, 

Hither  by  Thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  Thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home : 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 

Interposed  His  precious  blood. 

Oh,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  Thee  : 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 
Here's  my  heart,  oh  take  and  seal  it, 

Seal  it  from  Thy  courts  above. 


367 


1  Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  Cross  I  spend, 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 


Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood ; 

Precious  drops  !  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead,  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 
Low  before  His  Cross  to  lie, 

While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Floating  in  His  languid  eye. 

Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven 
While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze ; 

Here  I  see  my  sins  forgiven, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 
With  my  tears  His  feet  I'll  bathe, 

Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  His  death. 

May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go, 
Prove  His  blood  each  day  more  healing, 

And  Himself  more  deeply  know. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation ; 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation  ; 

Praise  the  Spirit  from  above, 
Author  of  the  new  creation, 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live ; 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  One  Jehovah  give. 


PRAISE. 


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1  Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise 

Thee 

For  the  bliss  Thy  love  bestows, 
For  the  pardoning  grace  that  saves  me, 

And  the  peace  that  from  it  flows : 
Help,  O  God,  my  weak  endeavor  ; 

This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise ; 
Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 

Can  my  love  be  warmed  to  praise. 

2  Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought 

thee, 

Wretched  wanderer,  far  astray  ; 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought 
thee 

From  the  paths  of  death  away : 
Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 

Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear, 
And  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 

Bade  the  blood-stained  Cross  appear. 

3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 

Vainly  would  my  lips  express ; 
Low  before  Thy  footstool  kneeling, 
Deign  Thy   suppliant's   prayer  to 
bless : 

Let  Thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 
Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise ; 


And  since  words  can  never  measure, 
Let  my  life  show  forth  Thy  praise. 

369 

1  Hail,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus  ! 

Only  Thee  I  wish  to  sing ; 
To  my  soul  Thy  name  is  precious, 

Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King 
Oh,  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven  ! 

Oh,  what  joy  and  happiness  ! 
Love  I  much  ?  I've  much  forgiven ; 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace  ! 

2  Once  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcerned  in  sin  I  lay  ; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 

Till  my  Saviour  passed  that  way  : 
Witness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heaven, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness ! 
Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiven ; 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace  ! 

3  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir  ! 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above, 
While,  astonished,  I  admire 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love : 
That  blest  moment  I  received  Him 

Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace : 
Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiven; 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace  ! 


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1  Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 

And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate  : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along : 

His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  strong ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 


He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  good ! 

Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  have  Him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  ; 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail 
Oh,  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death  1 

Then,  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies  ! 


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1  Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  Thee  ! 
Ashamed  of  Thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless 
days ! 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  ! — sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star : 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine.' 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  ! — just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon : 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  He, 
Bright  Morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  ! — that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ! 
No  !  when  I  blush  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  His  name. 

5  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fear  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then,  nor  is  my  boasting  vain, 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And  oh  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me ! 


372 

1  Jesus,  my  All,  to  Heaven  is  gone, 
He  that  I  placed  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  Him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  Prophets  went, 
The  way  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I'll  go,  for  all  the  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief,  my  burden,  long  have  been 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power 

I  sinned  and  stumbled  but  the  more  ; 

Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

"  Come  hither,  soul !  for  I'm  the  Way  !" 

5  Lo!  glad  I  come;  and  Thou,  dear 

Lamb, 

Shalt  take  me  to  Thee,  as  I  am : 
Nothing  but  sin  I  Thee  can  give  ; 
Yet  help  me,  and  Thy  praise  I'll  live  ! 

6  I'll  tell  to  all  poor  sinners  round 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
I'll  point  to  Thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "Behold  the  way  to  God  !" 


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1  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  All, 
Hear  me,  blest  Saviour,  when  I  call ; 
Hear  me,  and  from  Thy  dwelling-place 
Pour  down  the  riches  of  Thy  grace : 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore, 
Oh  make  me  love  Thee  more  and 
more ! 

2  Jesus,  too  late  I  Thee  have  sought ; 
How  can  I  love  Thee  as  I  ought  ? 
And  how  extol  Thy  matchless  fame, 
The  glorious  beauty  of  Thy  Name  ? 

3  Jesus,  what  didst  Thou  find  in  me 
That  Thou  hast  dealt  so  lovingly  ? 
How  great  the  joy  that  Thou  hast 

brought, 

So  far  exceeding  hope  or  thought ! 

4  Jesus,  of  Thee  shall  be  my  song, 
To  Thee  my  heart  and  soul  belong • 
All  that  I  have  or  am  is  Thine, 
AndThou,blest  Saviour,Thou  art  mine. 

374 

i  Jesus,  Thy  boundless  love  to  me 
No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  de- 
clare ; 

Oh  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  Thee, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there  : 
Thine  wholly,  Thine  alone,  I  am, 
Be  Thou  alone  my  constant  flame ! 


2  O  Love,  how  cheering  is  Thy  ray  ! 
All  pain  before  Thy  presence  flies ; 
Care,  anguish,  sorrow,  melt  away 
Where'er  Thy  healing  beams  arise  : 

0  Jesus,  nothing  may  I  see, 
Nothing  desire  or  seek  but  Thee  ! 

3  In  suffering  be  Thy  love  my  peace  ; 
In  weakness  be  Thy  love  my  power  ; 
And  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 
Jesus,  in  that  important  hour, 

In  death,  as  life,  be  Thou  my  Guide, 
And  save  me,  who  for  me  hast  died. 

375 

1  Thou  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose, 
Thou  all-sufficient  Love  Divine, 

My  help  and  refuge  from  my  foes, 

Secure  I  am,  if  Thou  art  mine  ; 

And  lo,  from  sin,  and  grief,  and  shame, 

1  hide  me,  Jesus,  in  Thy  Name. 

2  Thy  mighty  Name  salvation  is, 
And  keeps  my  happy  soul  above  ; 
Comfort  it  brings,  and  power,and  peace, 
And  joy,  and  everlasting  love  ; 

To  me,  with  Thy  dear  Name,  are  given 
Pardon,  and  holiness,  and  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  my  All  in  All  Thou  art : 
My  rest  in  toil,  my  ease  in  pain, 
The  medicine  of  my  broken  heart ; 
In  war  my  peace,  in  loss  my  gain  ; 
My  smile  beneath  the  tyrant's  frown ; 
In  shame,  my  glory  and  my  crown. 


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1  The  Saviour, by  whose  name  I'm  called, 

Will  grant  me  strength  within, 
To  own  His  name  before  the  world, 
And  fight  the  fight  with  sin. 

2  So  will  I  sing,  oh  blessed  be 

The  Lord  who  is  my  Strength  ! 
The  weakest  child  who  calls  on  Thee, 
Shall  overcome  at  length. 

3  The  swift  may  stumble  in  the  race, 

The  strong  in  battle  fail ; 
But  they  who  ever  seek  Thy  face, 
Shall  in  Thy  might  prevail. 

4  And  oh,  when  on  each  brow  shall  shine 

Thy  gift,  a  fadeless  crown, 
What  joy  to  own  the  glory  Thine, 
And  lowly  cast  it  down. 

377 

1  All  that  I  was,  my  sin  and  guilt, 

My  death  was  all  my  own ; 
All  that  I  am,  I  owe  to  Thee, 
My  gracious  God,  alone. 

2  The  evil  of  my  former  state 

Was  mine,  and  only  mine  ; 
The  good  in  which  I  now  rejoice, 
Is  Thine,  and  only  Thine. 

3  The  darkness  of  my  former  state, 

The  bondage,  all  was  mine  ; 
The  light  of  life  in  which  I  walk, 
The  liberty,  is  Thine. 


4  Thy  grace  first  made  me  feel  my  sin, 

It  taught  me  to  believe  ; 
Then,  in  believing,  peace  I  found ; 
And  now  I  live,  I  live  ! 

5  All  that  I  am,  e'en  here  on  earth, 

All  that  I  hope  to  be, 
When  Jesus  comes,  and  glory  dawns, 
I  owe  it,  Lord,  to  Thee. 

378 

1  Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 

With  sweetness  fills  the  breast ; 
But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Thy  blest  name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 

3  O  Hope  of  every  contrite  heart ! 

O  Joy  of  all  the  meek  ! 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  Thou  art ! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find  ?  Ah !  this 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show ; 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is, 
None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus,  our  only  Joy  be  Thou, 

As  Thou  our  Prize  wilt  be  ; 
Jesus,  be  Thou  our  Glory  now, 
And  through  eternity ! 


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1  I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  His  cause, 
Maintain  the  honor  of  His  word, 
The  glory  of  His  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  !  I  know  His  Name, 

His  Name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  He  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  His  throne  His  promise  stands, 

And  He  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  His  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  He  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  His  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

38o 

1  To  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go, 

If  I  depart  from  Thee, 
My  Guide  through  all  this  vale  of  woe. 
And  more  than  all  to  me  ? 

2  The  world  reject  Thy  gentle  reign, 

And  pay  Thy  death  with  scorn ; 
Oh,  they  could  plait  Thy  crown  again 
And  sharpen  every  thorn. 

3  But  I  have  felt  Thy  dying  love 

Breathe  gently  through  my  heart, 
To  whisper  hope  of  joys  above,- — 
And  can  we  ever  part  ? 


4  Ah !  no,  with  Thee  I'll  walk  below, 
My  journey  to  the  grave : 
To  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go, 
When  only  Thou  canst  save  ? 

381 

1  Do  not  I  love  Thee,  O  my  Lord? 

Behold  my  heart  and  see, 
And  cast  each  worthless  idol  out 
That  dares  to  rival  Thee. 

2  Is  not  Thy  name  melodious  still 

To  my  attentive  ear  ? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure 
bound 

My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

3  Do  not  I  love  Thee  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  ; 
Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 
When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

4  Hast  Thou  a  lamb  in  all  Thy  flock 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  Thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  Thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Could  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its 

blood 

In  honor  of  Thy  Name, 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  the  immortal  flame  ? 

6  Thou  know'st  I  love  Thee,  dearest 

Lord, 

But  oh,  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  Thee  more. 


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1  Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 

And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free ; 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

3  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 

Who  once  went  sorrowing  here  ! 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

4  Upon  the  crystal  pavement,  down 

At  Jesus'  pierced  feet, 
Joyful  I'll  cast  my  golden  crown, 
And  His  dear  name  repeat. 

5  And  palms  shall  wave,  and  harps  shall 

ring, 

Beneath  heaven's  arches  high ; 
The  Lord  that  lives,  the  ransomed  sing, 
That  lives,  no  more  to  die. 

6  Oh,  precious  cross !  oh,  glorious  crown ! 

Oh,  resurrection  day! 
Ye  angels,  from  the  stars  come  down, 
And  bear  my  soul  away. 


383 

1  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Come  unto  Me  and  rest ; 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 
Thy  head  upon  My  breast." 

2  I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was^ 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad ; 
I  found  in  Him  a  resting-place, 
And  He  has  made  me  glad. 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living  water ;  thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live." 

4  I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream ; 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  re- 
vived, 

And  now  I  live  in  Him. 

5  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  I  am  this  dark  world's  Light ; 
Look  unto  Me,  thy  morn  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  day  be  bright." 

6  I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  Him  my  Star,  my  Sun ; 
And  in  that  Light  of  life  I'll  walk 
Till  all  my  journey's  done. 


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1  I  will  praise  Thee  every  day, 
Now  Thine  anger's  turned  away ; 
Comfort  now  and  hope  arise 
From  the  bleeding  Sacrifice. 

2  Jesus  is  become  at  length 

My  Salvation  and  my  Strength  ; 
And  His  praises  shall  prolong, 
While  I  live,  my  pleasant  song. 

3  Praise  ye,  then,  His  glorious  Name, 
Publish  His  exalted  fame; 

Still  His  worth  your  praise  exceeds, 
Excellent  are  all  His  deeds. 

4  Raise  again  the  joyful  sound, 
Let  the  nations  roll  it  round  • 
Zion,  shout,  for  this  is  He ! 
God  the  Saviour  dwells  in  Thee ! 

385 

1  King  of  kings,  and  wilt  Thou  deign 
O'er  this  wayward  heart  to  reign  ? 
Henceforth  take  it  for  Thy  throne, 
Rule  here,  Lord,  and  rule  alone. 

2  Then,  like  heaven's  angelic  bands, 
Waiting  for  Thy  high  commands, 
All  my  powers  shall  wait  on  Thee, 
Captive,  yet  divinely  free. 

3  At  Thy  Word  my  will  shall  bow, 
Judgment,  reason,  bending  low  ; 
Hope,  desire,  and  every  thought, 
Into  glad  obedience  brought. 


4  Zeal  shall  haste  on  eager  wing 
Hourly  some  new  gift  to  bring ; 
Wisdom,  humbly  casting  down 
At  Thy  feet  her  golden  crown. 

5  Tuned  by  Thee  in  sweet  accord, 
All  shall  sing  their  gracious  Lord, 
Love,  the  leader  of  the  choir, 
Breathing  round  her  seraph  fire. 

386 

1  When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 
God  descend  in  majesty, 
To  proclaim  His  holy  law, 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

2  When  in  ecstasy  sublime, 
Tabor's  glorious  steep  I  climb, 
At  the  too  transporting  light 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here  I  would  forever  stay, 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away ; 
Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me, 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  His  love  ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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1  My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  Divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away, 
Oh  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  Thine. 

2  May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire ; 
As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh  may  my  love  to  Thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  Thou  my  Guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove ; 
Oh  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul. 


388 

1  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  love, 
Shed  on  us  from  above 

Thine  own  bright  ray : 
Divinely  good  Thou  art ; 
Thy  sacred  gifts  impart 
To  gladden  each  sad  heart : 

Oh,  come  to-day. 

2  Come,  tenderest  Friend,  and  best, 
Our  most  delightful  Guest, 

With  soothing  power: 
Rest,  which  the  weary  know, 
Shade,  'mid  the  noontide  glow, 
Peace,  when  deep  griefs  o'erflow, 

Cheer  us,  this  hour. 

3  Come,  Light  serene  and  still, 
Our  inmost  bosoms  fill, 

Dwell  in  each  breast : 
We  know  no  dawn  but  Thine; 
Send  forth  Thy  beams  divine 
On  our  dark  souls  to  shine, 

And  make  us  blest ! 

4  Come,  all  the  faithful  bless  ; 
Let  all  who  Christ  confess, 

His  praise  employ; 
Give  virtue's  rich  reward ; 
Victorious  death  accord, 
And,  with  our  glorious  Lord, 

Eternal  joy. 


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AHIRA.     S.  M. 


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1  Dear  Saviour,  we  are  Thine, 

By  everlasting  bands ; 
Our  names,  our  hearts,  we  would  resign, 
Our  souls,  into  Thy  hands. 

2  To  Thee  we  still  would  cleave 

With  ever-growing  zeal ; 
If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave, 
Oh  let  them  ne'er  prevail ! 

3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 

Our  souls  to  Thee,  our  Head ; 
Shall  form  in  us  Thine  image  bright, 
That  we  Thy  paths  may  tread. 

4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 

From  these  abodes  of  clay ; 
But  love  shall  keep  us  near  Thy  side, 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 

Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear? 
If  He  in  heaven  has  fixed  His  throne, 
He'll  fix  His  members  there. 

39° 

1  Our  Heavenly  Father  calls, 

And  Christ  invites  us  near  ; 
With  both  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 
And  our  communion  dear. 

2  God  pities  all  our  griefs ; 

He  pardons  every  day  ; 
Almighty  to  protect  our  souls, 
And  wise  to  guide  our  way. 


3  How  large  His  bounties  are  ! 

What  various  stores  of  good, 
Diffused  from  our  Redeemer's  hand, 
And  purchased  with  His  blood  ! 

4  Jesus,  our  Living  Head, 

We  bless  Thy  faithful  care  ; 
Our  Advocate  before  the  throne, 
And  our  Forerunner  there. 

5  Here  fix,  my  roving  heart ! 

Here  wait,  my  warmest  love  ! 
Till  the  communion  be  complete, 
In  nobler  scenes  above. 

391 

1  Jesus,  I  live  to  Thee, 

The  loveliest  and  best ; 
My  life  in  Thee,  Thy  life  in  me, 
In  Thy  blest  love  I  rest. 

2  Jesus,  I  die  to  Thee, 

Whenever  death  shall  come  ; 
To  die  in  Thee  is  life  to  me 
In  my  eternal  home. 

3  Whether  to  live  or  die, 

I  know  not  which  is  best ; 
To  live  in  Thee  is  bliss  to  me, 
To  die  is  endless  rest. 

4  Living  or  dying,  Lord, 

I  ask  but  to  be  Thine ; 
My  life  in  Thee,  Thy  life  in  me, 
Makes  heaven  forever  mine. 


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1  Here,  at  Thy  cross,  my  dying  God, 
I  lay  my  soul  beneath  Thy  love, 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  Thy  blood, 
Jesus,  nor  shall  it  e'er  remove. 

2  Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me 

hence, 

Moveless  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie ; 
Resolved,  for  that's  my  last  defence, 
If  I  must  perish,  here  to  die. 

3  But  speak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear; 
Am  I  not  safe  beneath  Thy  shade  ? 
Thy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here, 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 

4  Yes,  I'm  secure  beneath  Thy  blood, 
And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim : 
Hosanna  to  my  dying  God, 

And  my  best  honors  to  His  name ! 

393 

1  Jesus,  Thy  boundless  love  to  me 

No   thought  can  reach,  no  tongue 
declare  ■ 

Oh  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  Thee, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

2  Thy  love,  how  cheering  is  its  ray  ! 
All  pain  before  its  presence  flies ; 
Care,  anguish,  sorrow  melt  away, 
Where'er  its-  healing  beams  arise. 

3  Oh  let  Thy  love  my  soul  inflame, 
And  to  Thy  service  sweetly  bind  ; 


Transfuse  it  through  my  inmost  frame, 
And  mould  me  wholly  to  Thy  mind. 

4  Thy  love  in  suffering  be  my  peace  ; 
Thy  love  in  weakness  make  me  strong ; 
And  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 
Thy  love  shall  be  my  heaven  and  song. 

394 

1  Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
My  Refuge,  my  Almighty  Friend, 
And  can  my  soul  from  Thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  ? 

2  Whither,  ah !  whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord  ? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  woe 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  ? 

3  Eternal  life  Thy  words  impart ; 
On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives  ; 
Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Thy  Name  my  inmost  powers  adore  ; 
Thou  art  my  Life,  my  Joy,  my  Care ; 
Depart  from  Thee !  'tis  death,  'tis 

more ; 

'T  is  endless  ruin,  deep  despair ! 

5  Low  at  Thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie  ; 
Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine ; 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  Thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life,  is  Thine. 


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1  Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

Oh  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee ; 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me ! 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing ! 

3  Wilt  Thou  not  regard  my  call  ? 

Wilt  Thou  not  accept  my  prayer? 
Lo!  I  sink,  I  faint,  I  fall! 
Lo  !  on  Thee  I  cast  my  care  ! 


Reach  me  out  Thy  gracious  hand ! 

While  I  of  Thy  strength  receive, 
Hoping  against  hope  I  stand, 

Dying,  and  behold  I  live ! 

4  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

More,  than  all  in  Thee  I  find  : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind ! 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  Name ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

5  Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within ! 
Thou  of  Life  the  Fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of*  Thee  ; 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart ! 

Rise  to  all  eternity! 


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1  A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify, 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil ; 
Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will ! 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  Thy  sight  to  live ; 
And  oh,  Thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  Thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 

397  Psalm  25> 

1  From  the  first  dawning  light, 

Till  the  dark  evening  rise, 
For  Thy  salvation,  Lord,  I  wait 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 

2  Remember  all  Thy  grace, 

And  lead  me  in  Thy  truth ; 
Forgive  the  sins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

3  The  Lord  is  just  and  kind, 

The  meek  shall  learn  His  ways  ; 
And  every  humble  sinner  find 
The  methods  of  His  grace. 


4  For  His  own  goodness'  sake, 

He  saves  my  soul  from  shame  ; 
He  pardons,  though  my  guilt  be  great, 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

398  Psalm  55. 

1  Let  sinners  take  their  course, 

And  choose  the  road  to  death ; 
But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 
I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  address  His  throne 

When  morning  brings  the  light ; 
I  seek  His  blessing  every  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God, 
While  sinners  perish  in  surprise, 
Beneath  Thine  angry  rod. 

4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 

And  no  sad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear  nor  trust  Thy  Name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  Thy  will. 

5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord ; 
I'll  cast  my  burden  on  His  arm, 
And  rest  upon  His  word. 

6  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 

The  children  of  His  love  ; 
The  ground   on  which  their  safety 
stands, 

No  earthly  power  can  move. 


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1  Jesus,  my  Strength,  my  Hope, 

On  Thee  I  cast  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 
And  know  Thou  hear'st  my  prayer. 

2  Give  me  on  Thee  to  wait, 

Till  I  can  all  things  do ; 
On  Thee,  Almighty  to  create, 
Almighty  to  renew. 

3  I  want  a  sober  mind, 

A  self-renouncing  will, 
That  tramples  down  and  casts  behind 
The  baits  of  pleasing  ill : 

4  A  soul  inured  to  pain, 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss, 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain, 
The  consecrated  cross. 

5  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick-discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  Thee  when  sin  is  near, 
And  sees  the  tempter  fly: 

6  A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  armed  with  jealous  care, 
Forever  standing  on  its  guard, 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 

4OO 

1  I  want  a  heart  to  pray, 
To  pray  and  never  cease, 
Never  to  murmur  at  Thy  stay, 
Or  wish  my  sufferings  less. 


2  This  blessing  above  all, 

Always  to  pray  I  want, 
Out  of  the  deep  on  Thee  to  call, 
And  never,  never  faint. 

3  I  rest  upon  Thy  word, 

The  promise  is  for  me ; 
My  succor  and  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  surely  come  from  Thee ; 

4  But  let  me  still  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  Thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 
Into  Thy  perfect  love. 

4O  I  Psalm  25. 

1  Mine  eyes  and  my  desire 

Are  ever  to  the  Lord  \ 
I  love  to  plead  His  promises, 
And  rest  upon  His  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  Thee  to  my  soul, 

Bring  Thy  salvation  near ! 
When  will  Thy  hand  release  my  feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  snare  ? 

3  Oh  keep  my  soul  from  death, 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  shame ! 
For  I  have  placed  my  only  trust 
In  my  Redeemer's  Name. 

4  With  humble  faith  I  wait 

To  see  Thy  face  again ; 
Of  Israel  it  shall  ne'er  be  said, 
He  sought  the  Lord  in  vain. 


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402 

1  Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart, 

For  they  shall  see  our  God  ; 
The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs, 
Their  soul  is  Christ's  abode. 

2  Still  to  the  lowly  soul 

He  doth  Himself  impart ; 
And  for  His  temple  and  His  throne 
Chooseth  the  pure  in  heart. 

3  Lord,  we  Thy  presence  seek, 

May  ours  this  blessing  be  ; 
Oh  give  the  pure  and  lowly  heart, 
A  temple  meet  for  Thee  ! 

403 

1  Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 

In  all  things  Thee  to  see, 
And  what  I  do  in  anything, 
To  do  it  as  for  Thee ! 

2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway, 

While  still  to  Thee  I  tend; 
In  all  I  do,  be  Thou  the  Way, 
In  all,  be  Thou  the  End ! 

3  All  may  of  Thee  partake ; 

Nothing  so  small  can  be 
But  draws,  when  acted  for  Thy  sake, 
Greatness  and  worth  from  Thee. 

4  If  done  to  obey  Thy  laws, 

Even  servile  labors  shine; 
Hallowed  is  toil,  if  this  the  cause, 
The  meanest  work,  divine. 


1  Here  I  can  firmly  rest ; 

I  dare  to  boast  of  this, 
That  God,  the  highest  and  the  best, 
My  Friend  and  Father  is. 

2  From  dangerous  snares  He  saves : 

Where'er  He  bids  me  go 
He  checks  the  storms  and  calms  the 
waves, 

Nor  lets  aught  work  me  woe. 

3  At  cost  of  all  I  have, 

At  cost  of  life  and  limb, 
I  cling  to  God,  who  yet  shall  save ; 
I  will  not  turn  from  Him. 

4  The  world  may  fail  and  flee  ; 

Thou,  God,  my  Father  art;  [Thee 
Not  fire,  nor  sword,  nor  plague,  from 
My  trusting  soul  shall  part. 

5  No  joys  that  angels  know, 

No  throne  or  wide-spread  fame, 
No  love  or  loss,  no  fear  or  woe, 
No  grief  of  heart  or  shame  : 

6  Man  cannot  aught  conceive 

Of  pleasure  or  of  harm, 
That  e'er  shall  tempt  my  soul  to  leave 
Her  refuge  in  Thine  arm. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  the  eternal  Three, 

In  will  and  essence  One  ; 
To  Father,  Son,  and~  Spirit  be 

Coequal  honors  done. 


130  THE    CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 

WEBB.     7s  &  6s. 


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405 

1  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 

Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross  ! 
Lift  high  His  royal  banner, 

It  must  not  surfer  loss  : 
From  victory  unto  victory 

His  army  shall  He  lead, 
Till  every  foe  is  vanquished, 

And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 

2  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus ! 

The  trumpet  call  obey ; 
Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict, 

In  this  His  glorious  day : 
"Ye  that  are  men,  now  serve  Him" 

Against  unnumbered  foes ; 
Your  courage  rise  with  danger, 

And  strength  to  strength  oppose. 

3  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 

Stand  in  His  strength  alone ; 
The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you, 

Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own : 
Put  on  the  gospel  armor, 

And  watching  unto  prayer, 
Where  duty  calls  or  danger, 

Be  never  wanting  there. 

4  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus ! 

The  strife  will  not  be  long ; 
This  day  the  noise  of  battle, 
The  next  the  victor's  song : 


To  him  that  overcometh, 
A  crown  of  life  shall  be  ; 

He  with  the  King  of  Glory 
Shall  reign  eternally. 

406 

1  In  heavenly  love  abiding, 

No  change  my  heart  shall  fear, 
And  safe  is  such  confiding, 

For  nothing  changes  here  : 
The  storm  may  roar  without  me, 

My  heart  may  low  be  laid, 
But  God  is  round  about  me, 

And  can  I  be  dismayed  ? 

2  Wherever  He  may  guide  me, 

No  want  shall  turn  me  back  ; 
My  Shepherd  is  beside  me, 

And  nothing  can  I  lack  : 
His  wisdom  ever  waketh, 

His  sight  is  never  dim, 
He  knows  the  way  He  taketh, 

And  I  will  walk  with  Him. 

3  Green  pastures  are  before  me 

Which  yet  I  have  not  seen ; 
Bright  skies  will  soon  be  o'er  me, 

Where  darkest  clouds  have  been  : 
My  hope  I  cannot  measure, 

My  path  to  life  is  free ; 
My  Saviour  has  my  treasure, 

And  He  will  walk  with  me. 


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1  Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise, 

And  put  your  armor  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  sup- 
plies 

Through  His  eternal  Son. 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts 

And  in  His  mighty  power, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand  then  in  His  great  might, 

With  all  His  strength  endued, 
And  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God  : 

4  That,  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
You  may  o'ercome  through  Christ  alone, 
And  stand  entire  at  last. 

5  From  strength  to  strength  go  on  ; 

Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray ; 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 

6  Still  let  the  Spirit  cry 

In  all  His  soldiers,  "  Come  I" 
Till  Christ  the  Lord  descends  from  high, 
And  takes  the  conquerer  home. 

408 

1  My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard ! 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise, 
And  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 


2  Oh  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er  ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down  ; 
Thine  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  Thou  receive  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God ! 
He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath 
To  His  divine  abode. 

409 

1  My  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life 

Against  thy  heavenly  crown  • 
Nor  suffer  Satan's  deadliest  strife 
To  beat  thy  courage  down. 

2  With  prayer  and  crying  strong, 

Hold  on  the  fearful  fight, 
And  let  the  breaking  day  prolong 
The  wrestling  of  the  night. 

3  The  battle  soon  will  yield 

If  thou  thy  part  fulfil ; 
For  strong  as  is  the  hostile  shield, 
Thy  sword  is  stronger  still. 

4  Thine  armor  is  divine, 

Thy  feet  with  victory  shod  ; 
And  on  thy  head  shall  quickly  shine 
The  diadem  of  God. 


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MENDON.     L  M. 


410 

1  Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 
Where  Jesus  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 
But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes ; 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  He  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 
Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors 

wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

411 

1  Awake,  our  souls  !  away,  our  fears  ! 
Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone  ; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on ! 

2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint  ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God 
That  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint : 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 
Is  ever  new,  and  ever  young, 

And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 


4  From  Thee,  the  overflowing  Spring, 
Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply ; 
While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  Thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road. 

412 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  lift  up  thine  eyes  1 
See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
In  long  array,  a  numerous  host : 
Awake,  my  soul,  or  thou  art  lost ! 

2  See  where  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage  ; 
The  meanest  foe  of  all  the  train, 
Has  thousands  and  ten  thousands  slain. 

3  Thou  tread'st  upon  enchanted  ground ; 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round  ; 
Beware  of  all,  guard  every  part, 

But  most,  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

4  Come,  then,  my  soul,  now  learn  to  wield 
The  weight  of  thine  immortal  shield  ; 
Put  on  the  armor  from  above, 

Of  heavenly  truth,  and  heavenly  love. 

5  The  terror  and  the  charm  repel, 

The  powers  of  earth,  and  powers  of  hell; 
The  Man  of  Calvary  triumphed  here  ; 
Why  should  His  faithful  followers  fear  ? 


THE    CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 


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413 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  Tis  God's  all  animating  voice, 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 
Tis  His  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  Thee, 

Have  I  my  race  begun ; 
And  crowned  with  victory,  at  Thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honors  down. 

414 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  His  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  His  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 


4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  Thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die  • 
They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  Thine  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  Thine. 

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1  In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 

My  journey  I'll  pursue  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much-loved  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus 

lead, 

I'll  follow  where  He  goes  ; 
Hinder  me  not !  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty  and  through  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  His  command  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  ImmanuePs  land. 

4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  homev 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, 
Hinder  me  not !  come,  welcome  death  Jl 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee  ! 


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1  The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war, 

A  kingly  crown  to  gain  ; 
His  blood-red  banner  streams  afar : 

Who  follows  in  His  train  ? 
Who  best  can  drink  His  cup  of  woe, 

Triumphant  over  pain, 
Who  patient  bears  His  cross  below, 

He  follows  in  His  train. 

a  The  martyr  first,  whose  eagle  eye 

Could  pierce  beyond  the  grave, 
Who  saw  his  Master  in  the  sky, 

And  called  on  Him  to  save : 
Like  Him,  with  pardon  on  His  tongue, 

In  midst  of  mortal  pain, 
He  prayed  for  them  that  did  the  wrong : 

Who  follows  in  his  train  ? 

.3  A  glorious  band,  the  chosen  few 
On  whom  the  Spirit  came, 


Twelve  valiant  saints,  their  hope  they 
knew, 

And  mocked  the  cross  and  flame : 
They   met    the  tyrant's  brandished 
steel, 

The  lion's  gory  mane  ; 
They  bowed  their  necks  the  death  to 
feel: 

Who  follows  in  their  train  ? 

4  A  noble  army,  men  and  boys, 
The  matron  and  the  maid, 
Around  the  Saviour's  throne  rejoice, 

In  robes  of  light  arrayed  : 
They  climbed  the   steep   ascent  of 
heaven 

Through  peril,  toil,  and  pain : 
O  God,  to  us  may  grace  be  given 
To  follow  in  their  train ! 


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1  Heirs  of  an  immortal  crown, 
Heed  not  every  foeman's  frown, 
Tread  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 

Through  Jehovah's  might : 
Though  they  oft  in  wrath  arise, 
Like  the  tempest  of  the  skies, 
He  can  fill  them  with  surprise, 

From  His  heavenly  height. 

2  Jesus  calls  you  from  His  throne  ! 
On,  ye  faithful  soldiers,  on, 

Till  the  victory  be  won 

Over  all  your  foes  ! 
Well  can  He  their  madness  quell, 
For  their  hateful  kingdom  fell, 
Vanquished  were  the  powers  of  hell, 

When  from  death  He  rose. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  our  Leader  art ! 
Strengthen  every  fainting  heart, 
Quench  Thou  every  fiery  dart, 

By  Thy  power  divine : 
Be  Thy  cross  our  banner  high, 
Be  Thy  name  our  battle-cry, 
Till  we  shout  through  earth  and  sky, 

Victory  is  Thine  j 


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1  Saints  for  whom  the  Saviour  bled, 
In  your  Captain's  footsteps  tread  j 
Follow  Jesus,  and  be  led 

On  to  victory ! 
See  your  foemen  take  the  ground  ; 
While  the  signal  trumpets  sound, 
Hear  His  accents  pour  around 

Cheering  melody. 

2  Christian  soldier,  on  with  me  ! 
Soon  your  enemies  must  flee ; 
Your  reward  before  you  see 

Sparkling  from  on  high  ! 
Boldly  take  the  glorious  field  ; 
You  may  fall,  but  must  not  yield ; 
You  shall  write  upon  your  shield 

Victory,  though  you  die  ! 

3  By  the  ransom  which  He  gave, 
By  His  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
Trust  His  mighty  power  to  save ; 

Firm  and  faithful  be  : 
And  when  death's  dark  hour  is  nigh, 
When  the  tear-drop  dims  the  eye, 
You  shall,  in  the  parting  sigh, 

Grasp  the  victory. 


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Who  madly  seeks  your  overthrow ; 

Dread  not  his  rage  and  power ; 
What  though  your  courage  sometimes  faints! 
This  seeming  triumph  o'er  God's  saints 

Lasts  but  a  little  hour. 

2  Fear  not !  be  strong !  your  cause  belongs 
To  Him  who  can  avenge  your  wrongs ; 

Leave  all  to  Him,  your  Lord  ; 
Though  hidden  yet  from  mortal  eyes, 
Salvation  shall  for  you  1  "ise ; 

He  girdeth  on  His  sword. 

3  As  sure  as  God's  own  promise  stands, 
Not  earth,  nor  hell,  with  all  their  bands, 

Against  us  shall  prevail : 
The  Lord  shall  mock  them  from  His  throne  ; 
God  is  with  us,  we  are  His  own; 

Our  victory  cannot  fail. 

4  Amen  !  Lord  Jesus,  grant  our  prayer  ; 
Great  Captain !  now  Thine  arm  make  bare, 

Thy  church  with  strength  defend: 
So  shall  all  saints  and  martyrs  raise 
A  joyful  chorus  to  Thy  praise 

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1  Breast  the  wave,  Christian,  when  it  is  strongest ; 
Watch  for  day,  Christian,  when  night  is  longest : 
Onward  and  onward  still  be  thine  endeavor ; 
The  rest  that  remaineth,  endureth  forever. 

2  Fight  the  fight,  Christian  ;  Jesus  is  o'er  thee  ; 
Run  the  race,  Christian  ;  heaven  is  before  thee : 
He  who  hath  promised  faltereth  never ; 

Oh  trust  in  the  love  that  endureth  forever. 

3  Lift  the  eye,  Christian,  just  as  it  closeth  ; 
Raise  the  heart,  Christian,  ere  it  reposeth : 
Nothing  thy  soul  from  the  Saviour  shall  sever ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  mount  upward  to  praise  Him  forever. 

4.2  I  Psalm  42. 

1  Floods  swell  around  me — angry,  appalling ! 
Billows  go  o'er  me,  deep  to  deep  calling ! 
Helpless,  dejected,  o'erwhelmed,  broken-hearted — 
O  God  of  my  life,  is  thy  mercy  departed  ? 

2  Faith  is  o'erclouded,  courage  is  failing, 
Hope  dies  within  me,  doubts  are  prevailing, 
Conscience  upbraids  me,  and  Satan  accuses, 
While  Jesus  the  tokens  of  favor  refuses. 

3  Oh,  by  Thy  fasting  and  bitter  temptation ! 
Oh,  by  Thy  passion,  the  price  of  salvation ! 
Mighty  Redeemer,  of  help  the  sole  Giver, 
Now  hasten,  oh  hasten,  my  soul  to  deliver ! 

4  Glory  to  God  !  He  regardeth  my  crying ; 
Life  hath  He  sent  to  the  soul  sick  and  dying ; 
Hope  once  again  in  my  bosom  is  springing ; 

AH  praise  to  Jehovah,  with  gladness  and  singing ! 


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SICILIAN  HYMN.     8s  &.  7s.    Or  8s,  7s  &  4s. 


422 

1  Guide  me,  0  Thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land ; 
I  am  weak,  but  Thou  art  mighty ; 

Hold  me  with  Thy  powerful  hand ; 
Bread  of  Heaven  ! 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow ; 
Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar, 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through ; 

Strong  Deliverer ! 
Be  Thou  still  my  Strength  and  Shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  Destruc- 
tion, 

Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side ; 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  Thee. 

DOXOLOGY. 
Great  Jehovah,  we  adore  Thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne ; 
Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One  ! 


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1  Gently,  Lord,  oh,  gently  lead  us 

Through  this  gloomy  vale  of  tears  ; 
Through  the  changes  Thou'st  decreed 
us, 

Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 

2  When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  Thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 
Lead  us  in  Thy  perfect  way. 

3  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 

4  When  this  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  in  Thine  arms  to  rest, 
Till,  by  angel-bands  attended, 
We  awake  among  the  blest. 

DOXOLOGY. 
Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation ; 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation ; 

Praise  the  Spirit  from  above, 
Author  of  the  new  creation, 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live ; 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  One  Jehovah  give. 


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424 

1  Lead,  kindly  Light,  amid  the  encircling  gloom, 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ; 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home, 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ; 
Keep  Thou  my  feet ;  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene  ;  one  step  enough  for  me. 

2  I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  Thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on  ; 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path ;  but  now 

Lead  Thou  me  on : 
I  loved  the  garish  day,  and,  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will.    Remember  not  past  years ! 

3  So  long  Thy  Power  has  blest  me,  sure  it  still 

Will  lead  me  on 
O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and  torrent,  till 

The  night  is  gone ; 
And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost  awhile ! 


190  THE    CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 

GOSHEN.  lis. 


4-2  5  Psalm  23. 

1  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want  shall  I  know  ; 

I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe-folded  I  rest ; 
He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters  flow, 

Restores  me  when  wandering,  redeems  when  oppressed. 

2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death  though  I  stray, 

Since  Thou  art  my  Guardian,  no  evil  I  fear ; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  Thy  staff  be  my  stay ; 
No  harm  can  befall,  with  my  Comforter  near. 

3  In  the  midst  of  affliction  my  table  is  spread  ; 

With  blessings  unmeasured  my  cup  runneth  o'er  ; 
With  perfume  and  oil  Thou  anointest  my  head  • 
Oh  what  shall  I  ask  of  Thy  providence  more  ? 

4  Let  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bountiful  God, 

Still  follow  my  steps  till  I  meet  Thee  above  ; 
I  seek — by  the  path  which  my  forefathers  trod 

Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn — Thy  kingdom  of  love. 
426 

1  Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on  our  way ; 
The  Lord  is  our  Leader,  His  word  is  our  stay ; 
Though  suffering,  and  sorrow,  and  trial  be  near, 
The  Lord  is  our  Refuge,  and  whom  can  we  fear  ? 

2  He  raiseth  the  fallen,  He  cheereth  the  faint ; 

The  weak  and  oppressed,  He  will  hear  their  complaint ; 
The  way  may  be  weary,  and  thorny  the  road, 
But  how  can  we  falter  ?  our  help  is  in  God. 

3  And  to  His  green  pastures  our  footsteps  He  leads  ; 
His  flock  in  the  desert  how  kindly  He  feeds  ! 

The  lambs  in  His  bosom  He  tenderly  bears, 

And  brings  back  the  wanderers  all  safe  from  the  snares. 

4  Though  clouds  may  surround  us,  our  God  is  our  Light ; 
Though  storms  rage  around  us,  our  God  is  our  Might ; 
So  faint,  yet  pursuing,  still  onward  we  come  ; 

The  Lord  is  our  Leader,  and  heaven  is  our  home. 


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1  Jesus,  still  lead  on, 
Till  our  rest  be  won  ; 

And  although  the  way  be  cheerless, 
We  will  follow,  calm  and  fearless  : 

Guide  us  by  Thy  hand 

To  our  Fatherland. 

2  If  the  way  be  drear, 
If  the  foe  be  near, 

Let  not  faithless  fears  o'ertake  us, 
Let  not  faith  and  hope  forsake  us ; 

For,  through  many  a  foe, 

To  our  home  we  go. 

3  When  we  seek  relief 
From  a  long-felt  grief, 

When  temptations  come  alluring, 
Make  us  patient  and  enduring ; 
Show  us  that  bright  shore 
Where  we  weep  no  more. 

4  Jesus,  still  lead  on, 
Till  our  rest  be  won ; 

Heavenly  Leader,  still  direct  us, 
Still  support,  console,  protect  us, 

Till  we  safely  stand 

In  our  Fatherland. 


428 

1  Jesus,  who  can  be 

Once  compared  with  Thee ! 
Source  of  rest  and  consolation, 
Life,  and  light,  and  full  salvation  j 

Son  of  God,  with  Thee 

None  compared  can  be  ! 

2  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
From  all  misery 

And  distress  me  to  deliver, 
And  from  death  to  save  forever ; 

I  am  by  Thy  blood 

Reconciled  to  God. 

3  Grant  me  steadiness, 
Lord,  to  run  my  race, 

Following  Thee  with  love  most  tender, 
So  that  Satan  may  not  hinder 

Me  by  craft  or  force ; 

Further  Thou  my  course. 

4  When  I  hence  depart, 
Strengthen  Thou  my  heart  ; 

Where  Thou  art,  O  Lord,  convey  me; 
In  Thy  righteousness  array  me, 

That  at  Thy  right  hand 

Joyful  I  may  stand. 


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1  Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 

Down  from  the  willows  take  ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home  ; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  His  name. 

5  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  His  control ; 
His  loving-kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

6  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 

That  stays  himself  on  Thee  ; 
Who  wait  for  Thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  Thy  salvation  see. 

4-3° 

1  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears  ; 
Hope,  and  be  undismayed  ; 
God  hears  thy  sighs  and  counts  thy 
tears  ; 

God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 


2  Through  waves  and  clouds  and  storms 

He  gently  clears  thy  way : 
Wait  thou  His  time,  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart  ? 

Still  sink  thy  spirits  down  ? 
Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 
And  every  care  be  gone. 

4  What,  though  thou  rulest  not, 

Yet  heaven  and  earth -and  hell 
Proclaim,  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 
And  ruleth  all  things  well ! 

5  Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counsel  shall  appear, 
When  fully  He  the  work  hath  wrought 
That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 

43 1 

1  Heirs  of  unending  life, 

While  yet  we  sojourn  here, 
Oh  let  us  our  salvation  work 
With  trembling  and  with  fear. 

2  God  will  support  our  hearts 

With  might  before  unknown  ; 
The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  His  own. 

3  'Tis  He  that  works  to  will, 

'Tis  He  that  works  to  do ; 
His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too  ! 


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SOLITUDE. 


43  2 

1  Lord,  forever  at  Thy  side 

Let  my  place  and  portion  be ; 
Strip  me  of  the  robe  of  pride, 
Clothe  me  with  humility. 

2  Meekly  may  my  soul  receive 

All  Thy  Spirit  hath  revealed  ; 
Thou  hast  spoken,  I  believe 

Though  the  prophecy  were  sealed. 

3  Quiet  as  a  weaned  child, 

Weaned  from  the  mother's  breast, 
By  no  subtlety  beguiled, 
On  Thy  faithful  word  I  rest. 

4  Saints,  rejoicing  evermore, 

In  the  Lord  Jehovah  trust ; 
Him  in  all  His  ways  adore, 
Wise,  and  wonderful,  and  just. 

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1  Heavenly  Father,  to  whose  eye 
Future  things  unfolded  lie, 
Through  the  desert  where  I  stray, 
Let  Thy  counsels  guide  my  way. 

2  Lord,  uphold  me  day  by  day, 
Shed  a  light  upon  my  way, 

Guide  me  through  perplexing  snares, 
Care  for  me  in  all  my  cares. 

3  All  I  ask  for  is — enough ; 
Only,  when  the  way  is  rough, 
Let  Thy  rod  and  staff  impart 
Strength  and  courage  to  my  heart. 


4  Should  Thy  wisdom,  Lord,  decree 
Trials  long  and  sharp  for  me, 
Pain  or  sorrow,  care  or  shame, 
Father,  glorify  Thy  Name  ! 

5  Let  me  neither  faint  nor  fear, 
Feeling  still  that  Thou  art  near  ; 
In  the  course  my  Saviour  trod, 
Tending  still  to  Thee,  my  God. 

434 

1  Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  Ground, 

Christ,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joy, 
Still  in  Thee  let  me  be  found, 
Still  for  Thee  my  powers  employ. 

2  Fountain  of  o'erflowing  grace, 

Freely  from  Thy  fulness  give  ; 
Till  I  close  my  earthly  race, 
Be  it  "  Christ  for  me  to  live." 

3  When  I  touch  the  blessed  shore, 

Back  the  closing  waves  shall  roll ; 
Death's  dark  stream  shall  never  more 

Part  from  Thee  my  ravished  soul. 
Thus,  oh  thus,  an  entrance  give 
To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky ! 
Having  known  it  "  Christ  to  live," 
Let  me  know  it  "  gain  to  die." 

DOXOLOGY. 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Blessing,  honor,  glory  be 
Given  by  all  the  heavenly  host, 
And  by  all  on  earth,  to  Thee  ! 


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1  When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise, 
And  fainting  hope  almost  expires, 
Jesus,  to  Thee  I  lift  mine  eyes  ; 

To  Thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

2  Art  Thou  not  mine,  my  Living  Lord  ? 
And  can  my  hope,  my  comfort  die, 
Fixed  on  Thine  everlasting  word, 
That  word  which  built  the  earth  and  sky  ? 

3  If  my  Immortal  Saviour  lives, 
Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure  ; 
His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives  ; 
Here  may  I  build  and  rest  secure. 

4  Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell ; 
Immovable  the  promise  stands  ; 
Not  all  the  powers  of  earth  or  hell 
Can  e'er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 

5  Here,  O  my  soul,  Thy  trust  repose  ; 
If  Jesus  is  forever  mine, 

Not  death  itself,  that  last  of  foes, 
Shall  break  a  union  so  divine. 

436 

1  Jesus,  my  Love,  my  chief  Delight, 
For  Thee  I  long,  for  Thee  I  pray, 
Amid  the  shadows  of  the  night, 
Amid  the  business  of  the  day. 

2  When  shall  I  see  Thy  smiling  face, 
Which  I  through  faith  have  often  seen  ? 
Arise,  Thou  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
Dispel  the  clouds  that  intervene  ! 


3  Thou  art  the  glorious  gift  of  God 
To  sinners  weary  and  distrest ; 
The  first  of  all  His  gifts  bestowed, 
And  Certain  pledge  of  all  the  rest. 

4  Now  I  can  say  this  gift  is  mine, 

I'll  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet ; 
No  more  at  pain  or  want  repine, 
Nor  envy  the  rich  sinner's  state. 

5  This  precious  jewel  let  me  keep, 
And  lodge  it  deep  within  my  heart ; 
At  home,  abroad,  awake,  asleep, 

It  never  shall  from  thence  depart. 

437 

1  The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky  ; 

Out  of  the  depths  to  Thee  I  call, 
My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

2  O  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 
And  guide  and  guard  me  through  the 

storm ; 

Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill, 
Control  the  waves,  say, "Peace,  be  still !" 

3  Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hopes  on  Thee  ; 
Thy  constant  love,  Thy  faithful  care 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Though  tempest-tost  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek  : 
Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  main 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again ! 


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Zj.^  8  Psalm  73. 

1  God,  my  Supporter  and  my  Hope, 

My  Help  forever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet 

Through  this  dark  wilderness  ; 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  Thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  Thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

'T  would  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
And  while  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  Thee. 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint ! 
God  is  my  soul's  Eternal  Rock, 
The  Strength  of  every  saint. 

5  But  to  draw  near  to  Thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ ; 
My  tongue  shall  sound  Thy  works 
abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

43  Q  Psalm  77. 

1  My  God,  my  Everlasting  Hope, 

I  live  upon  Thy  truth  ; 
Thy  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  strengthened  all  my  youth. 

2  Cast  me  not  off  when  strength  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  arise  ; 
And  round  me  let  Thy  glory  shine, 
Whene'er  Thy  servant  dies. 


3  Then  in  the  history  of  my  age, 
When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  Thy  love  in  every  page, 
In  every  line,  Thy  praise. 

^.Zj-O  Psalm  n9. 

1  Thou  art  my  Portion,  O  my  God ; 

Soon  as  I  know  Thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  haste  to  obey  Thy  word, 
And  suffers  no  delay. 

2  I  choose  the  path  of  heavenly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice  ; 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  so  rejoice.  • 

3  The  testimonies  of  Thy  grace 

I  set  before  mine  eyes  ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  strength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  Thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways  ; 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  Thy  commands, 
And  trust  Thy  pardoning  grace. 

5  Now  I  am  Thine,  forever  Thine, 

Oh  save  Thy  servant,  Lord  ! 
Thou  art  my  Shield,  my  Hiding-place  | 
My  hope  is  in  Thy  word. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 

All  glory  be  from  Saints  on  earth, 
And  from  the  Angel-host. 


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1  My  spirit  on  Thy  care, 

Blest  Saviour,  I  recline  ; 
Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  to  despair, 
For  Thou  art  Love  divine. 

2  In  Thee  I  place  my  trust, 

On  Thee  I  calmly  rest ; 
I  know  Thee  good,  I  know  Thee  just, 
And  count  Thy  choice  the  best. 

3  Whate'er  events  betide, 

Thy  will  they  all  perform  ; 
Safe  in  Thy  breast  my  head  I  hide, 
Nor  fear  the  coming  storm. 

4  Let  good  or  ill  befall, 

It  must  be  good  for  me  ; 
Secure  of  having  Thee  in  all, 
Of  having  all  in  Thee. 

4.4.2  Psalm  63- 

1  My  God,  permit  my  tongue 

This  joy,  to  call  Thee  mine  ; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taste  Thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty,  fainting  soul 

Thy  mercy  does  implore  ; 
Not  travellers  in  desert  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  Thy  churches,  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  place, 
Thy  power  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  Thy  quickening  grace. 


4  Since  Thou  hast  been  my  Help, 

To  Thee  my  spirit  flies ; 
And  on  Thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

5  The  shadow  of  Thy  wings 

My  soul  in  safety  keeps ; 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  He  supports  my  steps. 

443 

1  Jesus,  my  Lord,  attend 

Thy  fallen  creature's  cry, 
And  show  Thyself  the  sinner's  Friend, 
And  set  me  up  on  high. 

2  From  hell's  oppressive  power, 

From  earth  and  sin  release, 
And  to  Thy  Father's  grace  restore, 
And  to  Thy  perfect  peace. 

3  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 

I  make  my  only  plea ; 
My  present  and  eternal  peace 
Are  both  derived  from  Thee. 

4  Oh  then  impute,  impart, 

To  me  Thy  righteousness  ; 
And  let  me  taste  how  good  Thou  art, 
How  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

5  That  Thou  canst  here  forgive 

Grant  me  to  testify ; 
And  justified  by  faith  to  live, 
And  in  that  faith  to  die. 


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t  Chosen  not  for  good  in  me, 
Wakened  up  from  wrath  to  flee, 
Hidden  in  the  Saviour's  side, 
By  the  Spirit  sanctified, 
Teach  me,  Lord,  on  earth  to  show, 
By  my  love,  how  much  I  owe. 

2  Oft  I  walk  beneath  the  cloud 
Dark  as  midnight's  gloomy  shroud ; 
But  when  fear  is  at  the  height, 
Jesus  comes,  and  all  is  light : 
Blessed  Jesus,  bid  me  show 
Doubting  saints  how  much  I  owe. 

3  Oft  the  nights  of  sorrow  reign, 
Weeping,  sickness,  sighing,  pain ; 
But  a  night  Thine  anger  burns, 
Morning  comes,  and  joy  returns : 
God  of  comforts,  bid  me  show 
To  Thy  poor  how  much  I  owe. 


445 

1  Once  I  thought  my  mountain  strong, 

Firmly  fixed  no  more  to  move ; 
Then  my  Saviour  was  my  song, 

Then  my  soul  was  filled  with  love : 
Those  were  happy,  golden  days, 
Sweetly  spent  in  prayer  and  praise. 

2  Little  then  myself  I  knew, 

Little  thought  of  Satan's  power ; 
Now  I  feel  my  sins  anew, 

Now  I  feel  the  stormy  hour ; 
Sin  has  put  my  joys  to  flight, 
Sin  has  turned  my  day  to  night. 

3  Saviour,  shine  and  cheer  my  soul ; 

Bid  my  dying  hopes  revive ; 
Make  my  wounded  spirit  whole  ; 

Far  away  the  tempter  drive ; 
Speak  the  word  and  set  me  free  ; 
Let  me  live  alone  to  Thee. 


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1  There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 

Beneath  the  wings  divine, 
Reserved  for  all  the  heirs  of  grace ; 
Oh  be  that  refuge  mine  ! 

2  The  least  and  feeblest  there  may  bide, 

Uninjured  and  unawed ; 
While  thousands  fall  on  every  side, 
He  rests  secure  in  God. 

3  The  angels  watch  him  on  his  way, 

And  aid  with  friendly  arm  ; 
And  Satan,  roaring  for  his  prey, 
May  hate,  but  cannot  harm. 

4  He  feeds  in  pastures  large  and  fair, 

Of  love  and  truth  divine ; 
O  child  of  God,  O  glory's  heir, 
How  rich  a  lot  is  thine  ! 

447 

1  Oh  happy  soul  that  lives  on  high 

While  men  lie  groveling  here ! 
His  hopes  are  fixed  above  the  sky, 
And  faith  forbids  his  fear. 

2  His  conscience  knows  no  secret  stings, 

While  peace  and  joy  combine 
To  form  a  life  whose  holy  springs 
Are  hidden  and  divine. 

3  He  waits  in  secret  on  his  God ; 

His  God  in  secret  sees : 
Let  earth  be  all  in  arms  abroad, 
He  dwells  in  heavenly  peace. 


4  His  pleasures  rise  from  things  unseen, 

Beyond  this  world  of  time, 
Where  neither  eyes  nor  ears  have  been, 
Nor  thoughts  of  mortals  climb. 

5  He  wants  no  pomp  nor  royal  throne 

To  raise  his  honor  here, 
Content  and  pleased  to  live  unknown 
Till  Christ  his  life  appear. 


448 


1  O  Lord,  impart  Thyself  to  me  ! 

No  other  good  I  need : 
When  Thou,  the  Son,  shalt  make  me 
free, 

I  shall  be  free  indeed. 

2  I  cannot  rest  till  in  Thy  blood 

I  full  redemption  have  ; 
And  Thou,  through  whom  I  come  to 
God, 

Canst  to  the  utmost  save. 

3  From  sin, — the  guilt, the  power, the  pain, 

Thou  wilt  redeem  my  soul : 
Lord,  I  believe,  and  not  in  vain  ; 
My  faith  shall  make  me  whole. 

4  I,  too,  with  Thee,  shall  walk  in  white  : 

With  all  Thy  saints  shall  prove 
The  length  and  depth  and  breadth 
and  height 
Of  everlasting  love. 


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1  Sometimes  a  light  surprises 

The  Christian  while  he  sings  ; 
It  is  the  Lord  who  rises 

With  healing  in  His  wings  : 
When  comforts  are  declining, 

He  grants  the  soul  again 
A  season  of  clear  shining, 

To  cheer  it  after  rain. 

2  In  holy  contemplation, 

We  sweetly  then  pursue 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new : 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
Let  the  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

3  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 

But  He  will  bear  us  through ; 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 

Will  clothe  His  people  too: 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed  ; 
And  He  who  feeds  the  ravens, 

Will  give  His  children  bread. 


4  Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither 

Their  wonted  fruit  should  bear, 
Though  all  the  fields  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there  : 
Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice ; 
For  while  in  Him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 

45° 

1  I  know  no  life  divided, 

O  Lord  of  Life,  from  Thee ; 
In  Thee  is  life  provided 

For  all  mankind,  for  me  : 
I  know  no  death,  O  Jesus, 

Because  I  live  in  Thee  ; 
Thy  death  it  is  which  frees  us 

From  death  eternally. 

2  I  fear  no  tribulation, 

Since,  whatsoe'er  it  be, 
It  makes  no  separation 

Between  my  Lord  and  me  : 
If  Thou,  my  God,  my  Teacher, 

Vouchsafe  to  be  my  own, 
Though  poor,  I  shall  be  richer 

Than  monarch  on  his  throne. 


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1  T  is  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night ; 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies, 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear, 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through 
While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

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1  I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away ; 
Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind ! 
False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair  ; 
And  while  I  listened  to  your  song, 
Your  streams  had  e'en  conveyed  me 

there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  Thy  matchless  grace 
That  warned  me  of  that  dark  abyss, 
That  drew  me  from  those  treacherous 

seas, 

And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  my  eyes ; 


Oh  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  ! 

5  There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 
Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roll • 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 

453 

1  Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? 
'T  is  God  that  justifies  their  souls  ; 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell  ? 
'T  is  Christ  that  suffered  in  their  stead  ; 
And  the  salvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  Him  rising  from  the  dead ! 

3  He  lives  !  He  lives  !  and  sits  above, 
Forever  interceding  there  : 

Who  shall  divide  us  from  His  love, 
Or  what  shall  tempt  us  to  despair  ? 

4  Shall  persecution,  or  distress, 
Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness  ? 

He  that  hath  loved  us  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conquerors 
too. 

5  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 
Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 
Shall  cause  His  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ,  our 
Love. 


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4.54*  Psalm  32' 

1  Blest  is  the  man,  forever  blest, 

Whose  guilt  is  pardoned  by  his  God  ; 
Whose  sins  with  sorrow  are  confest, 
And  covered  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 

2  Blest  is  the  man  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  not  his  iniquities  ; 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 
And  not  on  works,  but  grace,  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free ; 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 

With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  sincere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteousness 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  sins  ! 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 
Through  his  whole  life  appears  and 

shines. 

4_  ^  ^  Psalm  85. 

1  Salvation  is  forever  nigh 

The  souls  that  fear  and  trust  the  Lord ; 
And  grace,  descending  from  on  high, 
Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shall  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 
Since  Christ  the  Lord  came  down  from 

heaven ; 
By  His  obedience  so  complete, 
Justice  is  pleased,  and  peace  is  given. 

3  Now  truth  and  honor  shall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 

And   heavenly   influence  bless  the 
ground, 

In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 


4  His  righteousness  is  gone  before 
To  give  us  free  access  to  God  ; 
Our  wandering  feet  shall  stray  no  more, 
But  mark  His  steps  and  keep  the  road. 


456 


0  Lord,  when  faith  with  fixed  eyes 
Beholds  Thy  wondrous  sacrifice, 
Love  rises  to  an  ardent  flame, 
And  we  all  other  hope  disclaim. 

:  With  cold  affections  who  can  see 
The  thorns,  the  scourge,  the  nails,  the 
tree, 

The  flowing  tears,  the  crimson  sweat, 
The  bleeding  hands,  and  head,and  feet ! 

3  Jesus,  what  millions  of  our  race 
Have  been  the  triumphs  of  Thy  grace ! 
And  millions  more  to  Thee  shall  fly, 
And  on  Thy  sacrifice  rely. 

4  The  sorrow,  shame,  and  death  were 

Thine, 

And  all  the  stores  of  wrath  divine; 
Ours  are  the  pardon,  life,  and  bliss : 
What  love  can  be  compared  to  this  \ 

457 

1  The  peace  which  God  alone  reveals, 
And  by  His  word  of  grace  imparts, 
Which  only  the  believer  feels, 
Direct,  and  keep,  and  cheer  our  hearts. 

2  And  may  the  Holy  Three  in  One, 
The  Father,  Word,  and  Comforter, 
Pour  an  abundant  blessing  down 
On  every  soul  assembled  here. 


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LYONS. 


1  Begone  unbelief!  my  Saviour  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear ; 

By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  He  will  perform  ; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  He  is  my  Guide, 
'T  is  mine  to  obey,  't  is  His  to  provide ; 
Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all  fail, 
The  word  He  has  spoken  shall  surely  prevail. 

3  Determined  to  save,  He  watched  o'er  my  path, 
When,  Satan's  blind  slave,  I  sported  with  death; 
And  can  He  have  taught  me  to  trust  in  His  Name, 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me  to  put  me  to  shame  ? 

4  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or  distress, 
Temptation  or  pain  ?  He  told  me  no  less  ; 
The  heirs  of  salvation,  I  know  from  His  word, 
Through  much  tribulation  must  follow  their  Lord. 

5  How  bitter  that  cup  no  heart  can  conceive 
Which  He  drank  quite  up,  that  sinners  might  live  ! 
His  way  was  much  rougher,  and  darker  than  mine ; 
Did  Jesus  thus  suffer,  and  shall  I  repine  ? 

6  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  medicine,  food  ; 

Though  painful  at  present,  't  will  cease  before  long, 
And  then,  oh  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's  song ! 


DOXO  LOG  Y. 

O  Father  Almighty,  to  Thee  be  addrest, 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  One  God  ever  blest, 
All  glory  and  worship,  from  earth  and  from  heaven, 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be  given. 


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1  How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  His  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  He  say  than  to  you  He  hath  said, 
Who  unto  the  Saviour  for  refuge  hath  fled  ! 

2  "  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  oh  be  not  dismayed, 
For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid ; 

I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand, 
Upheld  by  My  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

3  "  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow ; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  "When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

5  "  E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  My  people  shall  prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love ; 

And  then,  when  gray  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  My  bosom  be  borne. 

6  "The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes  j 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake." 


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1  I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did 
The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share ; 
Thy  wounds,  Immanuel,  all  forbid 
That  I  should  seek  my  pleasure  there. 

2  It  was  the  sight  of  Thy  dear  cross, 
First  weaned  my  soul  from  earthly 

things, 

And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 
The  mirth  of  fools  and  pomp  of  kings. 

3  I  want  that  grace  that  springs  from 

Thee, 

That  quickens  all  things  where  it  flows, 
And  makes  a  wretched  thorn  like  me 
Bloom  as  the  myrtle  or  the  rose. 

4  For  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 
The  notice  of  my  Father's  eye, 
None  proves  less  grateful  to  His  care, 
Or  yields  Him  meaner  fruit  than  I. 

461 

1  Fountain  of  grace,  rich,  full,  and  free, 
What  need  I,  that  is  not  in  Thee  ? 
Full  pardon,  strength  to  meet  the  day, 
And  peace  which  none  can  take  away. 

2  Doth  sickness  fill  my  heart  with  fear  ? 
T  is  sweet  to  know  that  Thou  art  near; 
Am  I  with  dread  of  justice  tried  ? 
'Tis  sweet  to  know  that  Christ  hath 

died. 

3  In  life,  Thy  promises  of  aid 
Forbid  my  heart  to  be  afraid  j 


In  death,  peace  gently  veils  the  eyes ; 
Christ  rose,  and  I  shall  surely  rise. 
4  O  all-sufficient  Saviour,  be 
This  all-sufficiency  to  me ; 
Nor  pain,  nor  sin,  nor  death  can  harm 
The  weakest,  shielded  by  Thine  arm. 

462 

1  O  Love  !  who  gav'st  Thy  life  for  me, 
And  won  an  everlasting  good 
Through  Thy  sore  anguish  on  the  tree, 
I  ever  think  upon  Thy  blood. 

2  I  ever  thank  Thy  sacred  wounds, 
Thou  wounded  Love,  Thou  Holiest ! 
But  most  when  life  is  near  its  bounds, 
And  in  Thy  bosom  safe  I  rest. 

3  O  Love  !  who  unto  death  hast  grieved 
For  this  cold  heart,  unworthy  Thine, 
Whom  the  cold  grave  and  death  re- 
ceived, 

I  thank  Thee  for  that  grief  divine. 

4  I  give  Thee  thanks  that  Thou  didst  die 
To  win  eternal  life  for  me, 

To  bring  salvation  from  on  high ; 
Oh,  draw  me  up  through  love  to  Thee. 


DOXOLOGY. 
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Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below, 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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1  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 
Even  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

2  Though  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone  ; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

3  There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me, 

In  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 


5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

464 

1  No,  not  despairingly 

Come  I  to  Thee  ; 
No,  not  distrustingly 

Bend  I  the  knee  ; 
Sin  hath  gone  over  me  ; 
Yet  is  this  still  my  plea, 

Jesus  hath  died. 

2  Lord,  I  confess  to  Thee 

Sadly  my  sin  ; 
All  I  am,  tell  I  Thee  ; 

All  I  have  been ; 
Purge  Thou  my  sin  away, 
Wash  Thou  my  soul  this  day ; 

Lord,  make  me  clean. 

3  Faithful  and  just  art  Thou, 

Forgiving  all ; 
Loving  and  kind  art  Thou 

When  poor  ones  call : 
Lord,  let  the  cleansing  blood, 
Blood  of  the  Lamb  of  God, 

Pass  o'er  my  soul ! 


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OAKSVILLE.     C.  M. 


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1  My  God,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  Life  of  my  delights, 
The  Glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  Comfort  of  my  nights  ! 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  He  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  Morning  Star, 
And  He  my  Rising  Sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  His  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  I  am  His. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word  ; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
To  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

466 

1  Oh  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free, 
A  heart  that  always  feels  Thy  blood 
So  freely  spilt  for  me ! 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone  ! 


3  A  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean, 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within  ! 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  Thine  ! 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  Thy  new  Name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  Name  of  Love. 

467 

1  Oh,  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day, 

A  nearness  to  my  God; 
Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away 
And  lean  upon  His  word. 

2  Lord;  I  desire  with  Thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day; 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  O  Jesus,  come  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  make  me  wholly  Thine  ; 
That  I  may  never  more  depart, 
Nor  grieve  Thy  love  divine. 

4  Thus,  till  my  last,  expiring  breath, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore  ; 
And  when  my  flesh  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  Thee  more. 


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1  Jesus,  if  still  the  same  Thou  art, 
If  all  Thy  promises  are  sure, 

Set  up  Thy  kingdom  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  rich,  for  I  am  poor ; 
To  me  be  all  Thy  treasures  given, 
The  kingdom  of  an  inward  heaven. 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  bestowed 
On  all  that  hunger  after  Thee  ? 

I  hunger  now,  I  thirst  for  God, 
Impart  Thyself,  O  Lord,  to  me ; 
Now  satisfy  with  perfect  peace, 
Now  fill  me  with  Thy  righteousness. 

3  Ah,  Lord,  if  Thou  art  in  that  sigh, 
Then  hear  Thyself  within  me  pray ; 
Hear  in  my  heart  Thy  Spirit's  cry, 
Mark  what  my  laboring  soul  would 

say; 

Answer  the  deep  unuttered  groan, 
And  show  that  Thou  and  I  are  one  ! 


469 

1  Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord,  to  Thine  altar's  shade  we  fly ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear, 
Saviour,  we  seek  Thy  shelter  here  ; 
Weary  and  weak,  Thy  grace  we  pray ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord,  Thy  guests  away ! 

2  Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain; 
Long  have  we  sought  Thy  rest  in  vain  ; 
Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost, 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest-tost : 
Low  at  Thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord,  Thy  guests  away ! 

DOXOLOGY. 

Immortal  honor,  endless  fame, 
Attend  the  Almighty  Father's  Name  ; 
The  Saviour-Son  be  glorified 
Who  for  lost  man's  redemption  died ; 
And  equal  adoration  be, 
Eternal  Paraclete,  to  Thee. 


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1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall, 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all ! 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

471 

1  My  soul,  amid  this  stormy  world, 

Is  like  some  fluttered  dove, 
And  fain  would  be  as  swift  of  wing 
To  flee  to  Him  I  love. 

2  The  cords  that  bound  my  heart  to  earth 

Are  broken  by  His  hand  ; 
Before  His  cross  I  found  myself 
A  stranger  in  the  land. 

3  My  heart  is  with  Him  on  His  throne, 

And  ill  can  brook  delay, 
Each  moment  listening  for  the  voice, 
"  Rise  up,  and  come  away  !" 


4  May  not  an  exile,  Lord,  desire 
His  own  sweet  land  to  see  ? 
May  not  a  captive  seek  release, 
A  prisoner,  to  be  free  ? 

472 

1  How  happy  every  child  of  grace 

Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place  ; 
I  seek  my  place  in  heaven. 

2  A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 

Yet  oh,  by  faith,  I  see ; 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 
The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 

3  Oh,  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours  ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 
And  ante-date  that  day. 

4  We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Christ  concealed, 
And  with  His  glorious  presence  here 
Our  earthen  vessels  filled. 

5  Oh  would  He  more  of  heaven  bestow, 

And  let  the  vessel  break, 
And  let  our  ransomed  spirits  go 
To  grasp  the  God  we  seek : 

6  In  rapturous  awe  on  Him  to  gaze 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me  ; 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  His  grace 
Through  all  eternity. 


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1  Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place : 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay ; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  His  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  His  abode, 

To  rest  in  His  embrace. 


3  Fly  me,  riches,  fly  me,  cares, 

Whilst  I  that  coast  explore ; 
Flattering  world,  with  all  thy  snares, 

Solicit  me  no  more  ! 
Pilgrims  fix  not  here  their  home  ; 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  night ; 
When  the  last  dear  morn  is  come, 

They  '11  rise  to  joyful  light. 

4  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 


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1  Ye  angels,  who  stand  round  the  throne, 
And  view  my  Immanuel's  face, 

In  rapturous  songs  make  Him  known, 
Tune,  tune  your  soft  harps  to  His  praise ; 
He  formed  you  the  spirits  you  are, 
So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good  j 
When  others  sunk  down  in  despair, 
Confirmed  by  His  power  ye  stood. 

2  Ye  saints,  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 
And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  His  feet, 
His  grace  and  His  glory  display, 
And  all  His  rich  mercy  repeat : 

He  snatched  you  from  hell  and  the 
grave, 

He  ransomed  from  death  and  despair  ; 
For  you  He  was  mighty  to  save, 
Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 


3  Oh  when  will  the  period  appear 
When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song  ? 
I'm  weary  of  lingering  here, 
And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong  : 

I'm  fettered  and  chained  up  in  clay ; 
I  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free  ; 
I  long  to  be  soaring  away, 
My  God  and  my  Saviour  to  see. 

4  I  want  to  put  on  my  attire 

Washed  white  in  the  blood  of  the 
Lamb ; 

I  want  to  be  one  of  your  choir, 
And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  His  name  : 
I  want,  oh  I  want  to  be  there, 
Where  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu, 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share, 
To  wonder  and  worship  with  you. 


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1  To  Jesus,  the  Crown  of  my  hope, 
My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone ; 
Oh  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up 
And  waft  me  away  to  His  throne ! 
My  Saviour  whom  absent  I  love, 
Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore, 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 
All  glory,  dominion,  and  power  ; 

2  Dissolve  Thou  these  bands  that  detain 
My  soul  from  her  portion  in  Thee ; 
Ah  !  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 
And  make  me  eternally  free  ! 

When  that  happy  era  begins, 
When  arrayed  in  Thy  glories  I  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more  by  my  sins 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline  : 

3  Oh  then  shall  the  veil  be  removed, 
And  round  me  Thy  brightness  be  poured ; 
I  shall  meet  Him  whom  absent  I  loved, 
I  shall  see  Whom  unseen  I  adored  ; 


And  then,  never  more  shall  the  fears, 
The  trials,  temptations,  and  woes, 
Which  darken  this  valley  of  tears, 
Intrude  on  my  blissful  repose. 

476 

1  We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest, 
Of  that  country  so  bright  and  so  fair, 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confest  • 

But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

2  We  speak  of  its  pathways  of  gold, 
And  its  walls  decked  with  jewels  so  rare, 
Of  its  wonders  and  pleasures  untold  ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

3  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 
From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care, 
From  trials,  without  and  within ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

4  Do  Thou,  Lord,  'midst  pleasure  and 

woe, 

Still  for  heaven  our  spirits  prepare  : 
And  shortly,  we  also  shall  know 
And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there. 


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1  Behold  what  wondrous  grace 

The  Father  hath  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God ! 

2  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made  ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

3  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

4  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  Thy  Spirit  like  a  dove 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

5  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne  ; 
Our  faith  shall  Abba,  Father  !  cry, 
And  Thou  the  kindred  own. 


478 


1  Not  with  our  mortal  eyes 

Have  we  beheld  the  Lord ; 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  His  name, 
And  love  Him  in  His  word. 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 

Of  our  Redeemer's  face  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  Thy  grace. 


3  And  when  we  taste  Thy  love, 
Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unspeakable,  like  those  above, 
And  heaven  begins  below. 

479  Psalm  137. 

1  Far  from  my  heavenly  home, 

Far  from  my  Father's  breast, 
Fainting  I  cry,  "  Blest  Spirit,  come, 
And  speed  me  to  my  rest !" 

2  Upon  the  willows  long 

My  harp  had  silent  hung  : 
How  should  I  sing  a  cheerful  song 
Till  Thou  inspire  my  tongue  ? 

3  My  spirit  homeward  turns, 

And  fain  would  thither  flee  ; 
My  heart,  O  Zion,  droops  and  yearns, 
When  I  remember  thee. 

4  To  thee,  to  thee  I  press, 

A  dark  and  toilsome  road  : 
When  shall  I  pass  the  wilderness 
And  reach  the  saints'  abode? 

5  God  of  my  life, be  near  ! 

On  Thee  my  hopes  I  cast ; 
Oh  guide  me  through  the  desert  here, 
And  bring  me  home  at  last. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  the  eternal  Three, 
In  will  and  essence  One  ; 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 
Coequal  honors  done. 


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480 

1  Now  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein 

Sure  my  soul's  anchor  may  remain : 
The  wounds  of  Jesus,  for  my  sin 

Before  the  world's  foundation  slain ; 
Whose  mercy  shall  unshaken  stay 
When  heaven  and  earth  are  fled  away. 

2  O  Love,  thou  bottomless  abyss ! 

My  sins  are  swallow'd  up  in  thee ; 
Covered  is  my  unrighteousness, 

Nor  spot  of  guilt  remains  on  me, 
While  Jesus'  blood  through  earth  and  skies, 
Mercy!  free,  boundless  mercy!  cries. 

3  With  faith  I  plunge  me  in  this  sea; 

Here  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
Hither,  when  hell  assails,  I  flee ; 

I  look  into  my  Saviour's  breast; 
Away,  sad  doubt  and  anxious  fear! 
Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 

4  Though  waves  and  storms  go  o'er  my  head, 

Though  strength  and  health  and  friends  be  gone, 
Though  joys  be  withered  all  and  dead, 

Though  every  comfort  be  withdrawn; 
On  this  my  steadfast  soul  relies; 
Father,  Thy  mercy  never  dies. 


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48l 

1  Oh,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  J 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  His  word ! 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed  ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  Holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  Thee  mourn, 
And  drove  Thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  Thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  Thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


482 


1  Thou  lovely  Source  of  true  delight 
Whom  I  unseen  adore, 
Unveil  Thy  beauties  to  my  sight, 
That  I  may  love  Thee  more. 


Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines ; 

But  in  Thy  sacred  word, 
I  read  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 

My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

'Tis  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droop 

And  sin  and  sorrow  rise, 
Thy  love  with  cheerful  beams  of  hope 

My  fainting  breast  supplies. 

But  ah !  too  soon,  the  pleasing  scene 
Is  clouded  o'er  with  pain  ; 

My  gloomy  fears  rise  dark  between, 
And  I  again  complain. 

Jesus,my  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Light, 

Oh  come  with  blissful  ray ; 
Break  radiant  through  the  shades 
night, 

And  chase  my  fears  away  ! 


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483 


We  seek  a  rest  beyond  the  skies, 
In  everlasting  day ;  [lies, 

Through  floods  and  flames  the  passage 
But  Jesus  guards  the  way. 

The  swelling  flood,  and  raging  flame, 
Hear  and  obey  His  word ; 

Then  let  us  triumph  in  His  name, 
Our  Saviour  is  the  Lord. 

DOXOLOGY. 

The  Father's  Name  we  loudly  raise, 

The  Son  we  all  adore, 
The  Holy  Ghost,  One  God,  we  praise, 

Both  now  and  evermore. 


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484 

1  Open,  Lord,  my  inward  ear, 

And  bid  my  heart  rejoice; 
Bid  my  quiet  spirit  hear 

Thy  comfortable  voice ; 
Never  in  the  whirlwind  found, 
Or  where  earthquakes  rock  the  place, 
Still  and  silent  is  the  sound, 

The  whisper  of  Thy  grace. 

2  From  the  world  of  sin,  and  noise, 

And  hurry,  I  withdraw; 
For  the  small  and  inward  voice 

I  wait  with  humble  awe : 
Silent  am  I  now  and  still; 
Dare  not  in  Thy  presence  move ; 
To  my  waiting  soul  reveal 

The  secret  of  Thy  love. 

3  Thou  didst  undertake  for  me; 

For  me  to  death  wast  sold; 
Wisdom  in  a  mystery 

Of  bleeding  love  unfold ; 
Teach  the  lesson  of  Thy  cross  ; 
Let  me  die,  with  Thee  to  reign  ; 
All  things  let  me  count  but  loss 

So  I  may  Thee  regain! 


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1  0  my  soul,  what  means  this  sadness  ? 

Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down  ? 
Let  thy  grief  be  turned  to  gladness  ; 

Bid  thy  restless  fears  begone ; 
Look  to  Jesus, 
And  rejoice  in  His  dear  Name. 

2  What  though  Satan's  strong  temptations 

Vex  and  grieve  thee  day  by  day ; 
And  thy  sinful  inclinations 

Often  fill  thee  with  dismay  ; 
Thou  shalt  conquer 
Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood. 

3  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee 

From  without  and  from  within  ; 
Jesus  saith  He'll  ne'er  forget  thee, 

But  will  save  from  hell  and  sin ; 
He  is  faithful 
To  perform  His  gracious  word. 

4  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 

And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road, 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee  ; 

Soon  He'll  bring  thee  home  to  God ; 
Therefore  praise  Him, 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 


486 

1  Full  of  trembling  expectation, 

Feeling  much,  and  fearing  more, 
Author,  God  of  my  salvation, 

I  Thy  timely  aid  implore  ; 
Suffering  Son  of  Man,  be  near  me, 

All  my  sufferings  to  sustain  ; 
By  Thy  sorer  griefs  to  cheer  me, 

By  Thy  more  than  mortal  pain. 

2  Call  to  mind  that  unknown  anguish, 

In  Thy  days  of  flesh  below, 
When  Thy  troubled  soul  did  languish 

Under  a  whole  world  of  woe  : 
When  Thou  didst  our  curse  inherit, 

Groan  beneath  our  guilty  load, 
Burthened  with  a  wounded  spirit, 

Bruised  by  all  the  wrath  of  God. 

3  By  Thy  most  severe  temptation, 

In  that  dark,  satanic  hour, 
By  Thy  last,  mysterious  passion, 

Screen  me  from  the  adverse  power  : 
By  Thy  fainting  in  the  garden, 

By  Thy  bloody  sweat,  I  pray, 
Write  upon  my  heart  the  pardon, 

Take  my  sins  and  fears  away. 


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4.87  Psalm  42. 

1  As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 

When  heated  in  the  chase, 
So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  Thee, 
And  Thy  refreshing  grace. 

2  For  Thee,  my  God,  the  living  God, 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  ; 
Oh  when  shall  I  behold  Thy  face, 
Thou  Majesty  Divine  ? 

3  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

Trust  God,  and  He'll  employ 
His  aid  for  thee,  and  change  these  sighs 
To  thankful  hymns  of  joy. 

4  God  of  my  strength,  how  long  shall  I, 

Like  one  forgotten,  mourn  ; 
Forlorn,  forsaken,  and  exposed 
To  my  oppressor's  scorn  ? 

5  My  heart  is  pierced,  as  with  a  sword, 

While  thus  my  foes  upbraid  : 
"  Vain  boaster,  where  is  now  Thy  God  ? 
And  where  His  promised  aid  !" 

6  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

Hope  still,  and  Thou  shalt  sing 
The  praise  of  Him  who  is  Thy  God, 
Thy  health's  eternal  Spring. 

488 

Psalm  42. 

i  With  earnest  longings  of  the  mind, 
My  God,  to  Thee  I  look ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  taste  the  cooling  brook. 


2  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleasure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days  ; 
Then  to  Thy  house  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praise. 

3  But  why,  my  soul,  sunk  down  so  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ! 
Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  despair, 
And  sin  against  my  God  ! 

4  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whose  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove  ; 
For  I  shall  yet  before  Him  stand, 


And  sing  restoring  love. 


489 


1  How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 

Has  wandered  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  His  word  ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  "  Return !" 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn ; 
Oh  take  the  wanderer  home ! 

3  And  canst  Thou,  wilt  Thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardoned  rebel  live, 
To  speak  Thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore ; 
Oh  keep  me  at  Thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more  ! 


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1  O  Jesus,  full  of  pardoning  grace, 
More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  guilt, 
Yet  once  again  I  seek  Thy  face, 
Whose  precious  blood  for  man  was 

spilt ; 

Oh,  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  love  the  dying  sinner  still. 

2  Now  give  me,  Lord,  the  tender  heart, 
That  trembles  at  the  approach  of  sin ; 
A  godly  fear  to  me  impart, 
Implant  and  root  it  deep  within, 
That  I  may  know  Thy  sovereign  power, 
And  never  dare  offend  Thee  more. 

3  Thou  knowest  the  way  to  bring  me 

back, 

My  fallen  spirit  to  restore : 

Oh,  for  Thy  truth  and  mercy's  sake, 

Forgive,  and  bid  me  sin  no  more  ; 

The  ruin  of  my  soul  repair, 

And  make  my  heart  a  house  of  prayer. 

4  The  stone  to  flesh  again  convert, 
The  veil  of  sin  once  more  remove, 
Drop  Thy  warm  blood  upon  my  heart, 
And  melt  it  with  Thy  dying  love  ; 
This  rebel  heart  by  love  subdue, 
And  make  it  soft,  and  make  it  new. 


491 

1  Jesus,  Thou  knowest  my  sinfulness, 
My  faults  are  not  concealed  from  Thee ; 
A  sinner,  in  my  last  distress, 

To  Thy  dear  wounds  I  fain  would  flee, 
And  never,  never  thence  depart, 
Close  sheltered  in  Thy  loving  heart 

2  How  shall  I  find  the  living  way, 
Lost,  and  confused,  and  dark,  and 

blind  ? 

Ah,  Lord,  my  soul  is  gone  astray ! 
Ah,  Shepherd,  seek  my  soul,  and  find, 
And  in  Thine  arms  of  mercy  take, 
And  bring  the  weary  wanderer  back  1 

3  Weary  and  sick  of  sin  I  am  ; 

I  hate  it,  Lord,  and  yet  I  love  ; 
When  wilt  Thou  rid  me  of  my  shame  ? 
When  wilt  Thou  all  my  load  remove, 
Destroy  the  fiend  that  lurks  within, 
And  speak  the  word  of  power,  "Be 
clean"? 

DOXOLOGY. 
To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven  \ 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 


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r  Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined, 
And  saved  by  grace  alone  ; 
Walking  in  all  His  ways,  they  find 
Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  Church  triumphant  in  Thy  love, 

Their  mighty  joys  we  know ; 
They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee,in  Thy  glorious  realm,  they  praise, 

And  bow  before  Thy  throne  ; 
We,  in  the  kingdom  of  Thy  grace : 
The  kingdoms  are  but.  one. 

4  The  Holy  to  the  Holiest  leads ; 

From  hence  our  spirits  rise  ; 
And  He  that  in  Thy  statutes  treads 
Shall  meet  Thee  in  the  skies. 

493 

1  Oh  for  a  principle  within 

Of  jealous,  godly  fear  ! 
Oh  for  a  tender  dread  of  sin, 
A  pain  to  feel  it  near ! 

2  That  I  from  Thee  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  Thy  goodness  grieve, 
The  filial  awe,  the  loving  heart, 
The  tender  conscience  give. 

3  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

O  God,  my  conscience  make  ; 
Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 


4  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 

That  moment,  Lord,  reprove  ; 
Nor  let  me  wander  far  away, 
Nor  ever  grieve  Thy  Love. 

5  Oh  may  the  least  omission  pain 

My  well-instructed  soul ; 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again 
Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 

494 

1  Long  hath  the  night  of  sorrow  reigned ; 

The  dawn  shall  bring  us  light ; 
God  shall  appear,  and  we  shall  rise 
With  gladness  in  His  sight. 

2  Our  hearts,  if  God  we  seek  to  know, 

Shall  know  Him  and  rejoice ; 
His  coming  like  the  morn  shall  be, 
Like  morning  songs  His  voice. 

3  As  dew  upon  the  tender  herb, 

Diffusing  fragrance  round ; 
As  showers  that  usher  in  the  spring, 
And  cheer  the  thirsty  ground  : 

4  So  shall  His  presence  bless  our  souls, 

And  shed  a  joyful  light  * 
That  hallowed  morn  shall  chase  away 
The  sorrows  of  the  night. 

DOXOLOGY. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore ; 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 


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1  Hark  !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord ; 
'T  is  Thy  Saviour,  hear  His  word ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee, 

"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  Me  ? 

2  "I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 

And  when  wounded,  healed  thy  wound; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "  Thou  shalt  see  My  glory  soon 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  My  throne  shalt  be  : 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  Me  ?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  Thee,  and  adore : 

Oh  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more  1 


496 

1  When  we  cannot  see  our  way, 
We  should  trust  and  still  obey ; 
He  who  bids  us  forward  go, 
Will  instruct  the  way  to  know. 

2  Though  the  sea  be  deep  and  wide, 
Though  a  passage  seems  denied, 
Fearless  let  us  still  proceed, 
Since  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  lead. 

3  Though  it  seems  the  gloom  of  night, 
Though  we  trace  no  ray  of  light, 
Since  the  Lord  Himself  is  there, 
'Tis  not  meet  that  we  should  fear. 

4  Night,  with  Him,  is  always  bright, 
Where  He  is,  there  all  is  light ; 
When  He  calls  us,  why  delay  ? 
They  are  happy  who  obey. 

5  Be  it  ours  then  while  we're  here, 
Him  to  follow  without  fear ; 
Where  He  calls  us,  there  to  go, 
What  He  bids  us,  that  to  do. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  His  love ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


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497 

1  How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 

As  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
And  spreads  the  heavens  abroad  ? 

2  How  can  I  die  while  Jesus  lives, 

Who  rose  and  left  the  dead  ! 
Pardon  and  grace  my  soul  receives 
From  mine  exalted  Head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 

Shall  be  forever  Thine  ; 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  resign. 

4  Yet  if  I  might  make  some  reserve, 

And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  so  great, 
That  I  would  give  Him  all. 


498 


1  Oh  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

To  keep  His  statutes  still ! 
Oh  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  His  will ! 

2  Order  my  footsteps  by  Thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere  ; 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
And  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

3  My  sOul  hath  gone  too  far  astray, 

My  feet  too  often  slip  ; 


Yet  since  I've  not  forgot  Thy  way, 
Restore  Thy  wandering  sheep. 

4  Make  me  to  walk  in  Thy  commands, 
'Tis  a  delightful  road ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  against  my  God. 

499  Psalm  II9> 

1  Behold  Thy  waiting  servant,  Lord, 

Devoted  to  Thy  fear  ; 
Remember  and  confirm  Thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

2  Hast  Thou  not  sent  salvation  down, 

And  promised  quickening  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart  address  Thy  throne  ? 
And  yet  Thy  love  delays. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  Thy  salvation  fail : 

Oh  bear  Thy  servant  up  ; 
Nor  let  the  scoffing  lips  prevail 
That  dare  reproach  my  hope. 

4  Didst  Thou  not  raise  my  faith,  O  Lord  ? 

Then  let  Thy  truth  appear  ; 
Saints  shall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  trust  as  well  as  fear. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 

All  glory  be  from  Saints  on  earth, 
And  from  the  Angel-host. 


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500 

1  Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world, 

begone, 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  ■ 
Fain  would  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  see  ; 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  Thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3  Blest  Saviour,  what  delicious  fare ; 
How  sweet  Thine  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above, 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

4  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all-divine  ! 
In  Thee  Thy  Father's  glories  shine  ; 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  One 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known. 

501 

1  Blest  hour  !  when  mortal  man  retires 
To  hold  communion  with  His  God, 
To  send  to  Heaven  his  warm  desires, 
And  listen  to  the  sacred  word. 

2  Blest  hour !  when  God  himself  draws 

nigh, 

Well  pleased  His  people's  voice  to 
hear, 

To  hush  the  penitential  sigh, 

And  wipe  away  the  mourner's  tear. 

3  Blest  hour  !  for  where  the  Lord  resorts 
Foretastes  of  future  bliss  are  given, 


And  mortals  find  His  earthly  courts 
The  house  of  God,  the  gate  of  heaven, 

4  Hail,  peaceful  hour  !  supremely  blest 
Amid  the  hours  of  worldly  care, 
The  hour  that  yields  the  spirit  rest, 
That  sacred  hour,  the  hour  of  prayer. 

5  And  when  my  hours  of  prayer  are  past, 
And  this  frail  tenement  decays, 
Then  may  I  spend  in  heaven  at  last 
A  never-ending  hour  of  praise. 

^02  Psalm  "9- 

1  Keep  me  from  fainting  in  my  prayers, 
When  to  Thy  footstool,  Lord,  I  come  5 
My  soul  with  God  would  leave  her 

cares, 

And  hope  for  mercy  from  the  throne. 

2  Kindle  a  flame  of  love  and  zeal, 
While  wrestling  for  the  grace  I  need ; 
Bring  me  by  faith  within  the  veil, 
And  help  me  ardently  to  plead. 

3  Known  to  the  Lord  are  all  my  sighs  ; 
I  will  not  yield  to  unbelief, 

But  persevere  with  fervent  cries, 
Until  He  hear  and  grant  relief. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings 
flow! 

Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ! 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  1 


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503 

1  From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 

'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 

A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet ; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with 

friend ; 

Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  Ah !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayed  ? 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suffering  saints  no  mercy-seat  ? 

5  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sense,  and  sin,  seem  all  no  more  ; 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to 

greet, 

And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

6  Oh  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still, 
This  throbbing  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat ! 

504 

1  My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  Thee ; 
Amid  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful-  of  my  highest  Love. 


2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth. 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense ; 
One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me 

thence ; 

I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes, withdrawn; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone  ; 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

505 

1  Come,  Gracious  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Be  Thou  my  Guardian,Thou  my  Guide  ; 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  The  light  of  truth  to  me  display, 
And  make  me  know  and  choose  Thy 

way; 

Plant  holy  fear  within  my  heart, 
That  I  from  Thee  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Conduct  me  safe,  conduct  me  far 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare ; 
Lead  me  to  God,  my  final  Rest, 
In  His  enjoyment  to  be  blest. 

4  Lead  me  to  Christ,  the  living  Way, 
Nor  let  me  from  His  pastures  stray : 
Lead  me  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 


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STATE  STREET.     S.  M. 


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1  Behold  the  throne  of  grace ! 

The  promise  calls  me  near ; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 
And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

2  That  rich  atoning  blood 

Which  sprinkled  round  I  see, 
Provides  for  those  who  come  to  God 
An  all-prevailing  plea. 

3  My  soul,  ask  what  thou  wilt ; 

Thou  canst  not  be  too  bold  ; 
Since  His  own  blood  for  thee  He  spilt, 
What  else  can  He  withhold? 

4  Thine  image,  Lord,  bestow, 

Thy  presence  and  Thy  love  ; 
I  ask  to  serve  Thee  here  below, 
And  reign  with  Thee  above. 

5  Teach  me  to  live  by  faith  ; 

Conform  my  will  to  Thine  ; 
Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 
And  then  in  glory  shine. 

507 

1  The  Lord  who  truly  knows 

The  heart  of  every  saint, 
Invites  us  by  His  holy  word 
To  pray  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  His  gracious  ear, 

We  never  plead  in  vain ; 
Yet  we  must  wait  till  He  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 


3  Though  unbelief  suggest 

WThy  should  we  longer  wait, 
He  bids  us  never  give  Him  rest, 
But  be  importunate. 

4  And  shall  not  Jesus  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry  ? 
Yes,  though  He  may  awhile  forbear, 
He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 

5  Then  let  us  earnest  be, 

And  never  faint  in  prayer ; 
He  loves  our  importunity, 

And  makes  our  cause  His  care. 

508 

1  And  shall  I  sit  alone, 

Oppressed  with  grief  and  fear, 
To  God,  my  Father,  make  my  moan, 
And  He  refuse  to  hear  ? 

2  If  He  my  Father  be, 

His  pity  He  will  show ; 
From  cruel  bondage  set  me  free, 
And  inward  peace  bestow. 

3  If  still  He  silence  keep, 

'T  is  but  my  faith  to  try ; 
He  knows  and  feels  whene'er  I  weep, 
And  softens  every  sigh. 

4  Then  will  I  humbly  wait, 

Nor  once  indulge  despair : 
My  sins  are  great,  but  not  so  great 
As  His  compassions  are. 


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BROWNING.     C.  M. 


509 

1  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Uttered  or  unexpressed  ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try ; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "  Behold  He  prays  !" 

6  O  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
The  path  of  prayer  Thyself  hast  trod ; 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray ! 

1  Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright, 
With  reverence  and  with  fear  ; 
Though  dust  and  ashes  in  Thy  sight, 
We  may,  we  must  draw  near. 


2  God  of  all  grace,  we  come  to  Thee, 

With  broken,  contrite  hearts  ; 
Give,  what  Thine  eye  delights  to  see, 
Truth  in  the  inward  parts. 

3  Patience  to  watch,  and  wait,  and  weep, 

Though  mercy  long  delay  ; 
Courage  our  fainting  souls  to  keep, 
And  trust  Thee  though  Thou  slay. 

4  Give  these,  and  then  Thy  will  be  done  ; 

Thus  strengthened  with  all  might, 
We  by  Thy  Spirit,  and  Thy  Son, 
Shall  pray,  and  pray  aright. 

1  Thou  art  the  Way ;  to  Thee  alone 

From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  Him,  Lord,  by  Thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth  ;  Thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life  ;  the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  Thy  conquering  arm, 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  Thee 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life  ; 

Grant  us  that  Way  to  know, 
That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 


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BRETBY.     L  M. 


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512 

[  What  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

>  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  with- 
draw ; 

Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

5  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor 
bright ; 

And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

\  Were  half  the  breath  that's  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 
Our  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 
"Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me !" 

513 

1  Where  is  my  God  ?  does  He  retire 
Beyond  the  reach  of  humble  sighs? 
Are  these  weak  breathings  of  desire 
Too  languid  to  ascend  the  skies  ? 

2  No,  Lord,  my  breathings  of  desire, 
My  weak  petitions,  if  sincere, 

Are  not  forbidden  to  aspire, 

But  reach  to  Thine  all-gracious  ear. 

3  Look  up,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  eye, 
See  where  the  great  Redeemer  stands, 


The  glorious  Advocate  on  high, 
With  precious  incense  in  His  hands. 

4  He  smiles  on  every  humble  groan, 
He  recommends  each  broken  prayer : 
Recline  thy  hope  on  Him  alone 
Whose  power  and  love  forbid  despair. 

^  I  ^  The  Lord's  Prayer. 

1  Our  Father,  throned  in  heaven  divine, 
To  Thy  great  Name  be  praises  paid ; 
Thy  kingdom  come,  Thy  glory  shine, 
And  Thy  good  will  be  still  obeyed. 

2  Give  us  our  bread  from  day  to  day, 
And  all  our  wants  do  Thou  supply : 
With  gospel  truth  feed  us,  we  pray, 
That  we  may  never  faint,  nor  die. 

3  Extend  Thy  grace,  our  hearts  renew, 
Our  each  offence  in  love  forgive  ; 
Teach  us  divine  forgiveness  too, 
And,  freed  from  evil,  let  us  live. 

4  For  Thine 's  the  kingdom,  and  the  power, 
And  all  the  glory  waits  Thy  Name ; 
Let  every  saint  Thy  grace  adore, 
And  sound  in  songs  their  loud  Amen. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son 
Who  rose  from  death,  be  glory  given ; 
With  Thee,  O  Holy  Comforter, 
Henceforth  by  all  in  earth  and  heaven. 


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1  Jesus,  my  Lord,  how  rich  Thy  grace, 

Thy  bounties  how  complete  ! 
How  shall  I  count  the  matchless  sum, 
How  pay  the  mighty  debt ! 

2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 

Dost  Thou  exalted  shine  ; 
What  can  my  poverty  bestow, 
When  all  the  worlds  are  Thine ! 

3  But  Thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  partners  of  Thy  grace, 
And  wilt  confess  their  humble  names 
Before  Thy  Father's  face. 

4  In  them  Thou  mayest  be  clothed  and 

fed, 

And  visited  and  cheered  ; 
And  in  their  accents  of  distress 
My  Saviour's  voice  is  heard. 

5  Thy  face,  with  reverence  and  with  love, 

I  m  Thy  poor  would  see  ; 
Oh  rather  let  me  beg  my  bread 
Than  hold  it  back  from  Thee  ! 
5l6 

1  Bright  Source  of  everlasting  love, 

To  Thee  our  souls  we  raise, 
And  to  Thy  sovereign  bounty  rear 
A  monument  of  praise. 

2  Thy  mercy  gilds  the  path  of  life 

With  every  cheering  ray, 


Kindly  restrains  the  rising  tear, 

Or  wipes  that  tear  away. 
3  To  tents  of  woe,  to  beds  of  pain, 

Thy  children,  Lord,  repair ; 
And,  with  the  gifts  Thy  hand  bestows, 

Relieve  the  mourners  there. 

5*7 

1  Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went, 

By  lane  and  cell  obscure, 
And  let  our  treasures  still  be  spent, 
Like  His,  upon  the  poor. 

2  Like  Him,  through  scenes  of  deep 

distress 

Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 
We,  in  their  gloomy  loneliness, 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 

3  For  Thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side, 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill ; 
And  that  Thy  followers  may  be  tried, 
The  poor  are  with  us  still, 

4  Small  are  the  offerings  we  can  make ; 

Yet  Thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord, 
If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 
They  lose  not  their  reward. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 


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HAYT.     S.  M. 


518 

1  Laborers  of  Christ,  arise, 

And  gird  you  for  the  toil ! 
The  dew  of  promise  from  the  skies 
Already  cheers  the  soil. 

2  Go  where  the  sick  recline. 

Where  mourning  hearts  deplore  ; 
And  where  the  sons  of  sorrow  pine, 
Dispense  your  hallowed  store. 

3  Be  faith  which  looks  above 

With  prayer,  your  constant  guest ; 
And  wrap  the  Saviour's  changeless 
love, 

A  mantle  round  your  breast. 

4  So  shall  you  share  the  wealth 

That  earth  may  ne'er  despoil, 
And  the  blest  gospel's  saving  health 
Repay  your  arduous  toil. 

519 

1  Thy  bounties,  gracious  Lord, 

With  gratitude  we  own  ; 
We  bless  Thy  providential  grace 
Which  showers  its  blessings  down. 

2  With  joy  the  people  bring 

Their  offerings  round  Thy  throne  j 
With  thankful  souls  behold  we  pay 
A  tribute  of  Thine  own. 

3  Let  a  Redeemer's  blood 

Diffuse  its  virtues  wide  ; 


Hallow  and  cleanse  our  even*  gift 
And  all  our  follies  hide. 

4  Oh  may  this  sacrifice 

To  Thee,  the  Lord,  ascend, 
An  odor  of  a  sweet  perfume, 
Presented  by  His  hand. 

!  520 

1  Saviour,  what  gracious  words 

Are  ever,  ever  Thine  ! 
Thy  voice  is  music  to  the  soul, 
And  life  and  peace  divine. 

2  Good,  everlasting  good. 

Glad  tidings,  full  of  joy, 
Flow  from  Thy  lips,  the  lips  of  truth, 
And  flow  without  alloy. 

3  The  broken  heart,  the  poor, 

The  bruised,  the  deaf,  the  blind. 
The  dumb,  the  dead,  the  captive  wretch, 
In  Thee  compassion  find. 

4  Lord  Jesus,  speed  the  day, 

The  promised  day  of  grace, 
To  all  the  poor,  the  dumb,  the  deaf, 
The  dead  of  Adam's  race. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  the  eternal  Three, 
In  will  and  essence  One  j 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 
Coequal  honors  done. 


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521 

1  A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief 

Hath  often  crossed  me  on  my  way, 
Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief, 

That  I  could  never  answer,  Nay. 
I  had  not  power  to  ask  his  name, 
Whither  he  went,  or  whence  he  came, 
Yet  there  was  something  in  his  eye 
That  won  my  love,  I  knew  not  why. 

2  Once  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread 

He  entered,  not  a  word  he  spake ; 
Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread, 

I  gave  him  all ;  he  blessed  it,  brake 
And  ate  ;  but  gave  me  part  again : 
Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then, 
For,  while  I  fed  with  eager  haste, 
That  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste. 

3  I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  burst 

Clear  from  the  rock,  his  strength 
was  gone, 
The  heedless  water  mocked  his  thirst, 

He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on : 
I  ran  to  raise  the  sufferer  up  ; 
Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drained 
my  cup, 

Dipped,  and  returned  it  running  o'er  ; 
I  drank,  and  never  thirsted  more. 

4  'T  was  night ;  the  floods  were  out ;  it 

»  blew 

A  winter  hurricane  aloof ; 
I  heard  his  voice  abroad,  and  flew 
To  bid  him  welcome  to  my  roof; 


I  warmed,  I  clothed,  I  cheered  my  guest, 
Laid  him  on  my  own  couch  to  rest ; 
Then  made  the  hearth  my  bed,  and 
seemed 

In  Eden's  garden  while  I  dreamed. 

5  Stript,  wounded,  beaten,  nigh  to  death, 

I  found  him  by  the  highway-side  : 
I  roused  his  pulse,  brought  back  his 
breath, 

Revived  his  spirit,  and  supplied 
Wine,  oil,  refreshment ;  he  was  healed : 
I  had  myself  a  wound  concealed  ; 
But  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart, 
And  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart. 

6  In  prison  I  saw  him  next,  condemned 

To  meet  a  traitor's  death  at  morn : 
The  tide  of  lying  tongues  I  stemmed, 
And  honored  him  'midst  shame  and 
scorn  • 

My  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
He  asked  if  I  for  him  would  die  ? 
The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  ran  chill, 
But  the  free  spirit  cried,  "I  will." 
j  Then  in  a  moment  to  my  view 

The  Stranger  darted  from  disguise  ; 
The  tokens  in  His  hands  I  knew, 

My  Saviour  stood  before  mine  eyes ! 
He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  He 
named : 

"  Of  Me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed  ; 
These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be ; 
Fear  not,  thou  didst  them  unto  Me." 


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1  My  Gracious  Lord,  I  own  Thy  right 
To  every  service  I  can  pay, 

And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
To  hear  Thy  dictates  and  obey. 

2  What  is  my  being  but  for  Thee, 
Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end, 
Thine  ever-smiling  face  to  see, 

And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  Friend  ! 

3  I  would  not  breathe  for  worldly  joy, 
Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good  ; 
Nor  future  days  nor  powers  employ 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 

4  'Tis  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live, 
To  Him  who  for  my  ransom  died  ; 
Nor  could  the  bowers  of  Eden  give 
Such  bliss  as  blossoms  at  His  side. 

5  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 
When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more  ; 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  dying  love,  His  saving  power. 

523 

1  Jesus,  our  best  beloved  Friend, 
On  Thy  redeeming  Name  we  call ; 
Jesus,  in  love  to  us,  descend, 
Pardon  and  sanctify  us  all. 

2  Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign, 
To  fear  and  follow  Thy  commands ; 


Oh  take  our  hearts,  our  hearts  are 
Thine, 

Accept  the  service  of  our  hands. 

3  Firm,  faithful,  watching  unto  prayer, 
Our  Master's  voice  will  we  obey, 
Toil  in  the  vineyard  here,  and  bear 
The  heat  and  burden  of  the  day. 

4  Yet,  Lord,  for  us  a  resting-place, 

In  heaven,  at  Thy  right  hand,  prepare  ; 
And  till  we  see  Thee  face  to  face, 
Be  all  our  conversation  there. 

52+ 

1  Go,  labor  on  ;  spend  and  be  spent, 
Thy  joy  to  do  the  Father's  will; 

It  is  the  way  the  Master  went, 
Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still  ? 

2  Go,  labor  on  ;  'tis  not  for  nought, 
Thine  earthly  loss  is  heavenly  gain, 
Men  heed  thee,  love  thee,  praise  thee 

not ; 

The  Master  praises, — what  are  men ! 

3  Go,  labor  on  ;  enough  while  here 

If  He  shall  praise  thee  ;  if  He  deign 
Thy  willing  heart  to  mark  and  cheer, 
No  toil  for  Him  shall  be  in  vain. 

4  Toil  on,  and  in  thy  toil  rejoice  ; 
For  toil  comes  rest,  for  exile  home  ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  hear  the  Bridegroom's 

voice, 

The  midnight  peal :  "  Behold,  I  come  !" 


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1  Oh  what  stupendous  mercy  shines 
Around  the  Majesty  of  heaven ! 
Rebels  He  deigns  to  call  His  sons, 
Their  souls  renewed,  their  sins  forgiven. 

2  Go,  imitate  the  grace  divine, 
The  grace  that  blazes  like  a  sun  ; 
Hold  forth  your  fair  though  feeble  light ; 
Through  all  your  lives  let  mercy  run. 

3  Upon  your  bounty's  willing  wings 
Swift  fly  your  gifts  and  charity  ; 
The  hungry  feed,  the  naked  clothe, 
To  pain  and  sickness  health  apply. 

4  Pity  the  weeping  widow's  woe, 
And  be  her  counsellor  and  stay ; 
Adopt  the  fatherless,  and  smooth 
To  useful,  happy  life,  his  way. 

5  When  all  is  done,  renounce  your  deeds, 
Renounce  self-righteousness  with  scorn; 
Thus  will  you  glorify  your  God, 

And  thus  the  Christian  name  adorn. 

526 

1  When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  His  works  from  day  to  day 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
That  spread  salvation  through  our  race? 

2  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  Thy  steps  pursue  ; 


Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 

3  That  man  may  breathe,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives  but  nothing  gives, 
Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can 

thank, 

Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank. 

4  But  he  who  marks  from  day  to  day, 
In  generous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod, 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 

527 

1  Go,  labor  on  while  it  is  day  ; 

The  world's  dark  night  is  hastening  on  ; 
Speed,  speed  thy  work,  cast  sloth  away ; 
It  is  not  thus  that  souls  are  won. 

2  Men  die  in  darkness  at  your  side 
Without  a  hope  to  cheer  the  tomb  : 
Take  up  the  torch  and  wave  it  wide, 
The  torch  that  lights  time's  thickest 

gloom. 

3  Toil  on,  faint  not,  keep  watch,  and  pray; 
Be  wise  the  erring  soul  to  win  ; 

Go  forth  into  the  world's  highway, 
Compel  the  wanderer  to  come  in. 


;  your  hands  are  weak, 
are  faint,  your  soul  cast 


4  Go,  labor  on 
Your  knees 
down ; 

Yet  falter  not,  the  prize  you  seek 
Is  near,  a  kingdom  and  a  crown ! 


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1  Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, 

"  Ye  children,  seek  My  grace," 
My  heart  replied  without  delay, 
"  I'll  seek  my  Father's  face." 

2  Let  not  Thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  soul  away : 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  Thee 
In  a  distressing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and 

dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  His  care, 
And  all  my  need  supply. 

4  My  fainting  flesh  had  died  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  soul  believed 
To  see  Thy  grace  provide  relief ; 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceived. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up ; 
He'll  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

529 

1  O  Lord,  my  best  desire  fulfil, 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  Thy  will, 
And  make  Thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  Thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears, 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  Hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 


3  No,  let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  Thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through, 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant ; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

530 

1  Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 

On  Thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  Thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  Thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  Thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  oh,  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  Thee  mine ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust ; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  Thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

5  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still ; 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat, 
With  humble  hope  attend  Thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  Thy  feet. 


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1  When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark  and  friends  are 

few, 

On  Him  I  lean  who  not  in  vain 
Experienced  every  human  pain ; 
He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do, 
Still  He  who  felt  temptation's  power, 
Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous 
hour. 

3  If  wounded  love  my  bosom  swell, 
Deceived  by  those  I  prized  too  well, 
He  shall  His  pitying  aid  bestow 
Who  felt  on  earth  severer  woe  ; 

At  once  betrayed,  denied,  or  fled, 

By  those  who  shared  His  daily  bread. 


4  If  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And,  sore  dismayed,  my  spirit  dies, 
Still  He  who  once  vouchsafed  to  bear 
The  sickening  anguish  of  despair, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry, 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 

5  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend 
Which  covers  what  was  once  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his 

smile, 

Divides  me  for  a  little  while, — 
Thou,  Saviour,  mark'st  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  Thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus 
dead. 

6  And  oh,  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed,  for  Thou  hast  died  ; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 


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1  How  gentle  God's  commands, 

How  kind  His  precepts  are  ! 
Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  His  constant  care. 

2  While  Providence  supports, 

Let  saints  securely  dwell ; 
That  hand  which  bears  all  nature  up, 
Shall  guide  His  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

Press  down  your  weary  mind ! 
Haste  to  your  Heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved 

Down  to  the  present  day ; 
I'll  drop  my  burden  at  His  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 

533 

1  How  tender  is  Thy  hand, 

O  Thou  beloved  Lord  ! 
Afflictions  come  at  Thy  command, 
And  leave  us  at  Thy  word. 

2  How  gentle  was  the  rod 

That  chastened  us  for  sin ! 
How  soon  we  found  a  smiling  God 
Where  deep  distress  had  been ! 

3  A  Father's  hand  we  felt, 

A  Father's  heart  we  knew ; 
With  tears  of  penitence  we  knelt, 
And  found  His  word  was  true. 


4  We  told  Him  all  our  grief, 

We  thought  of  Jesus'  love ; 
A  sense  of  pardon  brought  relief, 
And  bade  our  pangs  remove. 

5  Now  we  will  bless  the  Lord, 

And  in  His  strength  confide ; 
Forever  be  His  name  adored  • 
For  there  is  none  beside. 

5  3  4~  Psalm  i3°- 

1  Out  of  the  depths  of  woe, 

To  Thee,  O  Lord,  I  cry  • 
Darkness  surrounds  me,  yet  I  know 
That  Thou  art  ever  nigh. 

2  I  cast  my  hopes  on  Thee  ; 

Thou  canst,  Thou  wilt  forgive ; 
If  Thou  shouldst  mark  iniquity, 
Who  in  Thy  sight  could  live  ? 

3  I  wait  for  Thee,  I  wait, 

Confessing  all  my  sin  ! 
Lord,  I  am  knocking  at  Thy  gate, 
Open  and  take  me  in. 

4  Glory  to  God  above  ! 

The  waters  soon  will  cease  ; 
For  lo  !  the  swift-returning  Dove 
Brings  home  the  pledge  of  peace. 

5  Though  storms  His  face  obscure, 

And  dangers  threaten  loud, 
Jehovah's  covenant  is  sure, 
His  bow  is  in  the  cloud. 


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1  When,  overwhelmed  with  grief 

My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helpless,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  Oh  lead  me  to  the  Rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  Thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade  ! 

3  Within  Thy  presence,  Lord, 

Forever  I'll  abide ; 
Thou  art  the  Tower  of  my  defence, 
The  Refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  Thy  Name ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 


536 


Psalm 


In  Thee,  O  Lord,  I  trust, 

My  hope  is  in  Thy  Name  ; 
In  righteousness  deliver  me, 

Nor  put  my  soul  to  shame. 
From  heaven  bow  down  Thine  ear, 

My  cause  in  mercy  plead ; 
My  Rock,  my  Fortress,  my  Defence, 

Vouchsafe  my  soul  to  lead. 
Into  Thy  hands,  O  Lord, 

My  spirit  I  commend ; 
Thou  hast  redeemed  me,  God  of  truth, 

In  death  be  Thou  my  Friend. 


537 

1  The  Lord  Himself  will  keep 

His  people  safe  from  harm  ; 
Will  hold  the  helm,  and  guide  the  ship, 
With  His  Almighty  arm. 

2  Then  let  the  tempests  roar, 

The  billows  heave  and  swell ; 
We  trust  to  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Where  all  the  ransomed  dwell : 

3  And  when  we  gain  the  land, 

How  happy  shall  we  be  ! 
How  shall  we  bless  the  mighty  hand 
That  led  us  through  the  sea  ! 

$  ^  8  Psalm  23. 

1  While  my  Redeemer's  near, 

My  Shepherd  and  my  Guide, 
I  bid  farewell  to  anxious  fear; 
My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

2  To  ever  fragrant  meads 

Where  rich  abundance  grows, 
His  gracious  hand  indulgent  leads, 
And  guards  my  sweet  repose. 

3  Dear  Shepherd,  if  I  stray, 

My  wandering  feet  restore  ; 
To  Thy  fair  pastures  guide  my  way, 

And  let  me  rove  no  more. 
DOXOLOGY. 
Praise  to  the  Father  be  ; 

Praise  to  His  Only  Son  ■ 
Praise  to  the  blessed  Paraclete, 

While  endless  ages  run. 


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539 

1  When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe, 
When  our  bitter  tears  o'ernow, 
When  we  mourn  the  lost,  the  dear, 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 

2  Thou  our  throbbing  flesh  hast  worn, 
Thou  our  mortal  griefs  hast  borne, 
Thou  hast  shed  the  human  tear : 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 

3  When  the  solemn  death-bell  tolls 
For  our  own  departing  souls, 
When  our  final  doom  is  near, 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 

4  Thou  hast  bowed  the  dying  head, 
Thou  the  blood  of  life  hast  shed, 
Thou  hast  filled  a  mortal  bier : 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 

5  When  the  heart  is  sad  within 
With  the  thought  of  all  its  sin, 
When  the  spirit  shrinks  with  fear, 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 

6  Thou,  the  shame,  the  grief  hast  known  ; 
Though  the  sins  were  not  Thine  own, 
Thou  hast  deigned  their  load  to  bear : 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 


540 

1  In  the  dark  and  cloudy  day, 
When  earth's  riches  flee  away, 
And  the  last  hope  will  not  stay, 

Saviour,  comfort  me ! 

2  When  the  secret  idol's  gone 
That  my  poor  heart  yearned  upon, 
Desolate,  bereft,  alone, 

Saviour,  comfort  me ! 

3  Thou,  who  wast  so  sorely  tried, 
In  the  darkness  crucified, 

Bid  me  in  Thy  love  confide ; 
Saviour,  comfort  me ! 

4  Comfort  me  !  I  am  cast  down ; 

'T  is  my  Heavenly  Father's  frown  ; 
I  deserve  it  all,  I  own ; 
Saviour,  comfort  me ! 

5  So  it  shall  be  good  for  me 
Much  afflicted  now  to  be, 
If  Thou  wilt  but  tenderly, 

Saviour,  comfort  me ! 

DOXOLOGY. 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  His  love ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


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1  Saviour,  when  in  dust  to  Thee 
Low  we  bend  the  adoring  knee ; 
When  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  weeping  eyes ; 
Oh,  by  all  the  pains  and  woe 
Suffered  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  Thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany ! 

2  By  Thy  helpless  infant  years, 
By  Thy  life  of  want  and  tears, 
By  Thy  days  of  sore  distress 
In  the  savage  wilderness, 

By  the  dread  mysterious  hour 
Of  the  insulting  tempter's  power ; 
Turn,  oh,  turn  a  favoring  eye, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany ! 

3  By  the  sacred  griefs  that  wept 
O'er  the  grave  where  Lazarus  slept, 
By  the  boding  tears  that  flowed 
Over  Salem's  loved  abode, 


By  the  anguished  sigh  that  told 
Treachery  lurked  within  Thy  fold, 
From  Thy  seat  above  the  sky, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany ! 

4  By  Thine  hour  of  dire  despair, 
By  Thine  agony  of  prayer, 

By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear,  and  torturing  scorn, 
By  the  gloom  that  veiled  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice, 
Listen  to  our  humble  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany ! 

5  By  Thy  deep  expiring  groan, 
By  the  sad  sepulchral  stone, 
By  the  vault,  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  rising  God, 

Oh,  from  earth  to  heaven  restored, 
Mighty,  reascended  Lord, 
Listen,  listen  to  the  cry 
Of  our  solemn  litany ! 


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1  Jesus,  give  Thy  servants 

Consolation  sure ; 
Haste  Thee  to  us,  bringing 

Blessings  that  endure. 
Take  away  our  sorrows, 

Make  us  glad  in  heart  • 
We  are  full  of  trouble 

If  from  Thee  we  part. 

2  Go  not  Thou  far  from  us 

In  our  time  of  need  ■ 
Jesus,  if  Thou  leave  us, 

Mourners  we  indeed  ; 
O  prevent  us  alway, 

Be  Thou  ever  near, 
Light  when  falls  the  darkness, 

Hope  in  times  of  fear. 

3  Joined  to  Thee  in  meekness, 

Merciful,  we  pray, 
Turn  our  tears  to  gladness, 

Turn  our  night  to  day  ; 
Comfort  hearts  that  long  so, 

With  Thy  Spirit's  grace  : 
Thou,  to  weary  pilgrims, 

Rock  and  Resting-place. 


1  Oh  let  him  whose  sorrow 

No  relief  can  find, 
Trust  in  God  and  borrow 

Ease  for  heart  and  mind  : 
Where  the  mourner  weeping 

Sheds  the  secret  tear, 
God  His  watch  is  keeping, 

Though  none  else  is  near. 

2  God  will  never  leave  us, 

All  our  wants  He  knows, 
Feels  the  pains  that  grieve  us, 

Sees  our  cares  and  woes : 
When  in  grief  we  languish, 

He  will  dry  the  tear, 
Who  His  children's  anguish 

Soothes  with  succor  near. 

3  All  our  woe  and  sadness 

In  this  world  below, 
Balance  not  the  gladness 

We  in  Heaven  shall  know, 
When  our  gracious  Saviour, 

In  the  realms  above 
Crowns  us  with  His  favor, 

Fills  us  with  His  love. 


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1  Lord,  Thou  art  my  Rock  of  strength, 

And  my  home  is  in  Thine  arms ; 
Thou  wilt  send  me  help  at  length, 

And  I  feel  no  wild  alarms : 
Sin  nor  death  can  pierce  the  shield 

Thy  defence  has  o'er  me  thrown ; 
Up  to  Thee  myself  I  yield, 

And  my  sorrows  are  Thine  own. 

2  Yes,  on  Thee,  my  God,  I  rest, 

Letting  life  float  calmly  on ; 
For  I  know  the  last  is  best, 

When  the  crown  of  joy  is  won. 
In  Thy  might  all  things  I  bear, 

In  Thy  love  find  bitter  sweet, 
And  with  all  my  grief  and  care 

Sit  in  patience  at  Thy  feet. 

3  Let  Thy  mercy's  wings  be  spread 

O'er  me,  keep  me  close  to  Thee ; 
In  the  peace  Thy  love  doth  shed 

Let  me  dwell  eternally  • 
Be  my  All ;  in  all  I  do, 

Let  me  only  seek  Thy  will ; 
Where  the  heart  to  Thee  is  true, 

All  is  peaceful,  calm,  and  still. 

545 

i  Does  the  Gospel  word  proclaim 
Rest  for  those  that  weary  be  ? 
Then,  my  soul,  advance  thy  claim, 
Sure  that  promise  speaks  to  thee  ! 


Marks  of  grace  I  cannot  show, 
All  polluted  is  my  best  • 

But  I  weary  am,  I  know, 
And  the  weary  long  for  rest. 

2  Burdened  with  a  load  of  sin, 

Harassed  with  tormenting  doubt, 
Hourly  conflicts  from  within, 

Hourly  crosses  from  without, 
All  my  little  strength  is  gone, 

Sink  I  must  without  supply ; 
Sure  upon  the  earth  is  none 

Can  more  weary  be  than  I. 

3  In  the  ark  the  weary  dove 

Found  a  welcome  resting-place  ; 
Thus  my  spirit  longs  to  prove 

Rest  in  Christ,  the  Ark  of  grace : 
Tempest-tost  I  long  have  been, 

And  the  flood  increases  fast ; 
Open,  Lord,  and  take  me  in, 

Till  the  storm  be  overpast ! 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  our  glorious  King  and  Lord, 
Angels  waiting  on  His  word, 
Saints  that  walk  with  Him  in  white, 
Pilgrims  walking  in  His  light : 
Glory  to  the  Eternal  One, 
Glory  to  His  Only  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  be, 
Now  and  through  eternity ! 


THE    CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 
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1  When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God, 

In  trial's  fearful  hour, 
Bow,  all  resigned,  beneath  His  rod, 

And  bless  His  sparing  power, 
A  joy  springs  up  amid  distress, 
A  fountain  in  the  wilderness. 

2  Oh,  to  be  brought  to  Jesus'  feet, 

Though  sorrows  fix  me  there, 
Is  still  a  privilege,  and  sweet 

The  energies  of  prayer 
Though  sighs  and  tears  its  language  be, 
If  Christ  be  nigh  and  smile  on  me. 

3  Then  blessed  be  the  hand  that  gave, 

Still  blessed  when  it  takes  5 
Blessed  be  He  who  smites  to  save, 

Who  heals  the  heart  He  breaks : 
Perfect  and  true  are  all  His  ways, 
Whom  heaven  adores  and  death  obeys. 


547 

1  Lord  of  my  life,  whose  tender  care 

Hath  led  me  on  till  now, 
Here  lowly  at  the  hour  of  prayer 

Before  Thy  throne  I  bow ; 
I  bless  Thy  gracious  hand,  and  pray 
Forgiveness  for  another  day. 

2  Oh  may  I  daily,  hourly,  strive 

In  heavenly  grace  to  grow ; 
To  Thee  and  to  Thy  glory  live, 

Dead  else  to  all  below  ; 
Tread  in  the  path  my  Saviour  trod, 
Though  thorny,  yet  the  path  to  God ! 

3  With  prayer  my  humble  praise  I  bring 

For  mercies  day  by  day ; 
Lord,  teach  my  heart  Thy  love  to  sing, 

Lord,  teach  me  how  to  pray ! 
All  that  I  have,  I  am,  to  Thee 
I  offer  through  eternity  ! 


DOXOLOGY. 

O  Father  of  unbounded  might, 

O  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Adored  by  all  the  saints  in  light, 

And  by  the  angel  host, 
Our  humble  praise  we  bring  to  Thee, 
And  will,  throughout  eternity. 


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54-^  Psalm  i2r- 

1  To  Zion's  hill  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

From  thence  expecting  aid ; 
From  Zion's  hill,  and  Zion's  God 
Who  heaven  and  earth  has  made. 

2  Thou,  then,  my  soul,  in  safety  rest ; 

Thy  Guardian  will  not  sleep  ; 
His  watchful  care  that  Israel  guards, 
Will  thee  in  safety  keep. 

3  Sheltered    beneath    the  Almighty's 

wings, 

Thou  shalt  securely  rest, 
Where  neither  sun  nor  moon  shall  thee 
By  day  or  night  molest. 

4  At  home,  abroad,  in  peace,  in  war, 

Thy  God  shall  thee  defend, 
Conduct  thee  through  life's  pilgrimage 
Safe  to  thy  journey's  end. 

549 

1  Thou  art  my  Hiding-place,  O  Lord ! 

On  Thee  I  fix  my  trust, 
Encouraged  by  Thy  holy  word, 
A  feeble  child  of  dust. 

2  I  have  no  argument  beside, 

I  urge  no  other  plea  ; 
And  'tis  enough  the  Saviour  died, 
The  Saviour  died  for  me. 

3  'Mid  trials  heavy  to  be  borne, 

When  mortal  strength  is  vain, 
A  heart  with  grief  and  anguish  torn, 
A  body  racked  with  pain ; 


4  Ah,  what  could  give  the  sufferer  rest, 

Bid  every  murmur  flee, 
But  this,  the  witness  in  my  breast 
That  Jesus  died  for  me  ? 

5  And  when  Thine  awful  voice  commands 

This  body  to  decay, 
And  life,  in  its  last  lingering  sands, 
Is  ebbing  fast  away ; 

6  Then,  though  it  be  in  accents  weak, 

And  faint  and  tremblingly, 
O  give  me  strength  in  death  to  speak, 
"  My  Saviour  died  for  me." 

1  Father,  to  Thee  my  soul  I  lift ; 

My  soul  on  Thee  depends, 
Convinced  that  every  perfect  gift 
From  Thee  alone  descends. 

2  Mercy  and  grace  are  Thine  alone, 

And  power  and  wisdom  too ; 
Without  the  Spirit  of  Thy  Son 
We  nothing  good  can  do. 

3  Thou  all  our  works  in  us  hast  wrought, 

Our  good  is  all  divine  ; 
The  praise  of  every  virtuous  thought 
Or  righteous  work  is  Thine. 

4  From  Thee,  through  Jesus,  we  receive 

The  power  on  Thee  to  call, 
In  whom  we  are,  and  move,  and  live  : 
Our  God  is  all  in  all. 


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Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  Thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  : 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free ; 
The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart, 
And  let  me  live  to  Thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  Thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  j  ourney  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

^2  Psalm  r3*- 

1  Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 

Search,  gracious  God,  and  see  ; 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  Thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  still, 

And  all  my  carriage  mild  ; 
Content,  my  Father,  with  Thy  will, 
And  quiet  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  soul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  ; 
Let  saints  in  sorrow  lie  resigned, 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 

553 

1  Thy  home  is  with  the  humble,  Lord ! 
The  simple  are  Thy  rest ; 
Thy  lodging  is  in  child-like  hearts  ; 
Thou  makest  there  Thy  nest. 


2  Dear  Comforter !  Eternal  Love  ! 

If  Thou  wilt  stay  with  me, 
Of  lowly  thoughts  and  simple  ways 
I'll  build  a  nest  for  Thee. 

3  Who  made  this  beating  heart  of  mine 

But  Thou,  my  Heavenly  Guest  ? 
Let  no  one  have  it,  then,  but  Thee, 
And  let  it  be  Thy  rest ! 

554- 

1  Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm, 

Soft  resting  on  Thy  breast ; 
Soothe  me  with  holy  hymn  and  psalm, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest. 

2  Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm  ; 

Let  Thine  outstretched  wing 
Be  like  the  shade  of  Elim's  palm, 
Beside  her  desert  spring. 

3  Yes,keep  me  calm,though  loud  and  rude 

The  sounds  my  ear  that  greet ; 
Calm  in  the  closet's  solitude, 
Calm  in  the  bustling  street : 

4  Calm  in  the  hour  of  buoyant  health, 

Calm  in  my  hour  of  pain  ; 
Calm  in  my  poverty  or  wealth, 
Calm  in  my  loss  or  gain  : 

5  Calm  in  the  sufferance  of  wrong, 

Like  Him  who  bore  my  shame, 
Calm  'mid  the  threatening,  taunting 
throng 

J       Who  hate  Thy  holy  Name. 


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555 

1  One  sole  baptismal  sign, 

One  Lord  below,  above, 
Zion,  one  faith  is  thine, 

One  only  watchword,  love  : 
From  different  temples  though  it  rise, 
One  song  ascendeth  to  the  skies. 

2  Our  Sacrifice  is  one  ; 

One  Priest  before  the  throne, 
The  slain,  the  risen  Son, 

Redeemer,  Lord  alone  !  [dead, 
Thou  who  didst  raise  Him  from  the 
Unite  Thy  people  in  their  Head ! 

3  Oh  may  that  holy  prayer 

His  tenderest  and  His  last, 
His  constant,  latest  care 

Ere  to  His  throne  He  passed, 
No  longer  unfulfilled  remain, 
The  world's  offence,  His  people's  stain ! 

4  Head  of  Thy  church  beneath, 

The  catholic,  the  true, 
On  all  her  members  breathe, 

Her  broken  frame  renew  ! 
Then  shall  Thy  perfect  will  be  done, 
When  Christians  love  and  live  as  one. 


556 


1  O  Zion,  tune  thy  voice, 

And  raise  thy  hands  on  high  • 
Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 
And  boast  salvation  nigh : 


Cheerful  in  God, 
Arise  and  shine 


While  rays  divine 
Stream  all  abroad. 


2  He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 
With  beams  that  cannot  fade 
His  all-resplendent  grace 
He  pours  around  thy  head 


The  nations  round 
Thy  form  shall  view, 


With  lustre  new 
Divinely  crowned. 


3  In  honor  to  His  Name, 
Reflect  that  sacred  light, 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim 
Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright 


In  worlds  above 
Thy  glory  raise. 


Pursue  His  praise, 
Till  sovereign  love 

4  There,  on  His  holy  hill, 

A  brighter  Sun  shall  rise, 
And  with  His  radiance  fill 
Those  fairer,  purer  skies  : 


While  roundHis  throne 
Ten  thousand  stars 


In  nobler  spheres 
His  influence  own. 


THE  CHURCH. 

TIVOLI.     8s  &  7s. 


C  ^  J  Psalm  87. 

1  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ; 
He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Formed  thee  for  His  own  abode : 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  mayest  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See,  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove  : 
Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  to  assuage  ? 
Grace  which,  like  the  Lord  the  Giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near : 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 

Light  by  night  and  shade  by  clay, 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 

Which  He  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

4  Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I,  through  grace,  a  member  am, 


Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 
I  will  glory  in  Thy  Name  : 

Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure, 
All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show ; 

Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure 
None  but  Zion's  children  know. 

558 

1  See,  from  Zionfs  sacred  mountain 

Streams  of  living  water  flow  ; 
God  has  opened  there  a  fountain 
That  supplies  the  world  below  : 

They  are  blessed 
Who  its  sovereign  virtues  know. 

2  Through  ten  thousand  channels  flow- 

ing, 

Streams  of  mercy  find  their  way, 
Life,  and  health,  and  joy  bestowing, 
Waking  beauty  from  decay  : 

O  ye  nations, 
Hail  the  long-expected  day  ! 

3  Gladdened  by  the  flowing  treasure 

All-enriching  as  it  goes, 
Lo,  the  desert  smiles  with  pleasure 
Buds  and  blossoms  as  the  rose  : 

Lo,  the  desert 
Sings  for  joy  where'er  it  flows  ! 


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1  I  love  Thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

The  house  of  Thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  His  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  Thy  church,  O  God  !  ' 

Her  walls  before  Thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  Thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  Thy  hand. 

3  If  e'er  to  bless  Thy  sons 

My  voice  or  hands  deny, 
These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 
This  voice  in  silence  die. 

4  If  e'er  my  heart  forget 

Her  welfare  or  her  woe, 
Let  every  joy  this  heart  forsake, 
And  every  grief  o'erflow. 

5  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

6  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

7  Jesus,  Thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe, 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 


8  Sure  as  Thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

560  Psalm  48. 

1  Far  as  Thy  name  is  known 

The  world  declares  Thy  praise  ; 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  Thy  throne 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 

2  With  joy  Thy  people  stand 

On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  Thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  Thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compass  and  view  the  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well, 

4  The  orders  of  Thy  house, 

The  worship  of  Thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wise  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorned  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die  ; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 


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1  Great  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

And  let  His  praise  be  great ; 
He  makes  His  churches  His  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  These  temples  of  His  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  stand  ! 
The  honors  of  our  native  place, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known, 

A  Refuge  in  distress  ; 
How  bright  hath  His  salvation  shone 
Through  all  her  palaces. 

4  In  every  new  distress 

We'll  to  His  house  repair ; 
We'll  think  upon  His  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 

Psalm  122. 

1  Glad  was  my  heart  to  hear 

My  old  companions  say, 
Come,  in  the  house  of  God  appear, 
For  'tis  a  holy  day. 

2  Our  willing  feet  shall  stand 

Within  the  temple  door, 
While  young  and  old,  in  many  a  band 
Shall  throng  the  sacred  floor. 

3  Thither  the  tribes  repair 

Where  all  are  wont  to  meet, 
And  joyful  in  the  house  of  prayer 
Bend  at  the  mercy-seat. 


4  Pray  for  Jerusalem, 

The  city  of  our  God ; 
The  Lord  from  heaven  be  kind  to  them 
That  love  the  dear  abode. 

5  Within  these  walls  may  peace 

And  harmony  be  found  ! 
Zion,  in  all  thy  palaces, 
Prosperity  abound ! 

6  For  friends  and  brethren  dear, 

Our  prayer  shall  never  cease  ; 
Oft  as  they  meet  for  worship  here, 
God  send  His  people  peace  ! 

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1  How  charming  is  the  place 

Where  my  Redeemer-God 
Unveils  the  beauties  of  His  face, 
And  sheds  His  love  abroad  ! 

2  Here  on  the  mercy-seat, 
With  radiant  glory  crowned, 

Our  joyful  eyes  behold  Him  sit 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

To  Him  our  prayers  and  cries 
Our  humble  souls  present ; 
He  listens  to  our  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  us  every  want. 

Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 

Within  Thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  Thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God. 


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Psalm  65. 

1  Praise  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  Thee  • 

There  shall  our  vows  be  paid : 
Thou  hast  an  ear  when  sinners  pray ; 
All  flesh  shall  seek  Thine  aid. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pardoning  grace  is  Thine  • 
And  Thou  wilt  grant  us  power  and  skill 
To  conquer  every  sin. 

3  Blest  are  the  men  whom  Thou  wilt 

choose 

To  bring  them  near  Thy  face  ; 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  Thy  house, 
To  feast  upon  Thy  grace. 

4  In  answering  what  Thy  church  requests, 

Thy  truth  and  terror  shine  ; 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteousness 
Fulfil  Thy  kind  design. 

5  Thus  shall  the  wondering  nations  see 

The  Lord  is  good  and  just ; 
And  distant  islands  fly  to  Thee, 
And  make  Thy  name  their  trust. 

Cf6^J  Psalm  122. 

i  How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  say, 
"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  solemn  day." 
2.  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  • 
The  church,  adorned  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  show  His  milder  face. 


Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  His  throne 

And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints, 
And  while  His  awful  voice 

Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 

Be  her  attendants  blest ! 

My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still 
While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
Here  my  best  friends,  my  kindred 
dwell, 

Here  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 


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1  Come,  Thou  Desire  of  all  Thy  saints, 

Our  humble  strains  attend, 
While  with  our  praises  and  complaints 
Low  at  Thy  feet  we  bend. 

2  Come,  Lord !  Thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  flame  ; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  Thy  praise^ 
Our  hearts  adore  Thy  name. 

3  Dear  Saviour,  let  Thy  glory  shine 

And  fill  Thy  dwellings  here, 
Till  life  and  love  and  joy  divine 
A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 


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1  How  pleased  and  blest  was  I 
To  hear  the  people  cry, 

"Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day  !" 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal 

We'll  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round: 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 

The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  Here  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fixed  His  royal  throne ; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  here  : 

He  bids  the  saint  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  sinner  sad, 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest : 
The  man  who  seeks  thy  peace, 
And  wishes  thine  increase — ■ 

A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

15  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 

"Peace  to  this  sacred  house!" 
For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell ; 


And  since  my  glorious  God 
Makes  thee  His  blest  abode, 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 

568 

1  Tis  heaven  begun  below 
To  hear  Christ's  praises  flow 

In  Zion  where  His  Name  is  known : 

What  will  it  be  above 

To  sing  redeeming  love, 
And  cast  our  crowns  before  His  throne ! 

2  Oh,  what  sweet  company 
We  then  shall  hear  and  see  ! 

What  harmony  will  there  abound, 
When  souls  unnumbered  sing 
The  praise  of  Zion's  King, 

Nor  one  dissenting  voice  is  found  ! 

3  With  everlasting  joy, 
Such  as  will  never  cloy, 

We  shall  be  filled,  nor  wish  for  more  ; 

Bright  as  meridian  day, 

Calm  as  the  evening  ray, 
Full  as  a  sea  without  a  shore. 

4  Till  that  blest  period  come, 
Zion  shall  be  my  home  ; 

And  may  I  never  thence  remove 

Till  from  the  church  below 

To  heaven  at  once  I  go, 
And  there  commune  in  perfect  love  ! 


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1  How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 

O  Lord  of  hosts,  Thy  dwellings  are  ! 

With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints 

To  meet  the  assemblies  of  Thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  Thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  : 
My  God,  my  King,  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  Thee ! 

3  The  sparrow  chooses  where  to  rest, 
And, for  her  young  provides  her  nest ; 
But  will  my  God  to  sparrows  grant 
That  pleasure  which  His  children  want  ? 

4  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high 
Around  Thy  throne  of  majesty ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

5  Blest  are  the  souls  that  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  Thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  Thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  Thy  face  and  learn  Thy 

praise. 

6  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate ; 

God  is  their  Strength,  and  thro'  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  Helper,  God. 

7  Cheerful    they  walk  with  growing 

strength, 

Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length  ■ 
Till  all  before  Thy  face  appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 


§JO  Psalm  92. 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  Thy  name,  give  thanks  and 

sing, 

To  show  Thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  Thy  truth  at  night 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
Oh,  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  DaVid's  harp  of  solemn  sound ! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blessHis  works,and  blessHis  word: 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they 

shine ! 

How  deep  Thy  counsels,  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die; 
Like  grass  they  flourish  till  Thy  breath 
Blasts  them  in  everlasting  death. 

5  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart; 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin,  my  worst  enemy  before, 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  ; 
My  inward  foes  shall  all  be  slain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,'  and  know 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below  ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


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1  Great  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  Thy  presence  springs  : 
To  spend  one  day  with  Thee  on  earth, 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  Thy  house,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leaveThy  door. 

3  God  is  our  Sun,  He  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our  Shield,  He  guards  our  way 
From  all  the  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

5  O  God,  our  King,  whose  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heaven  obey, 
And  devils  at  Thy  presence  flee  ; 
Blest  is  the  man  that  trusts  in  Thee ! 

"J  2  Psalm  95. 

1  Oh  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing, 
Loud  thanks  to  our  Almighty  King ! 
For  we  our  voices  high  should  raise 
When  our  salvation's  Rock  we  praise. 

2  Into  His  presence  let  us  haste 

To  thank  Him  for  His  favors  past ; 
To  Him  address  in  joyful  songs 
The  praise  that  to  His  Name  belongs. 


3  Oh  let  us  to  His  courts  repair, 
And  bow  with  adoration  there  ; 
With  humble  souls  adore  His  grace, 
And  kneel  before  our  Maker's  face. 

^)  7  3  Psalm  100. 

1  Ye  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 
Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  King  ; 
ServeHim  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice; 
With  all  your  tongues  His  glory  sing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God  ;  'tis  He  alone 
Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give ; 
We  are  His  work  and  not  our  own, 
The  sheep  that  on  His  pastures  live. 

3  Enter  His  gates  with  songs  of  joy, 
With  praises  to  His  courts  repair, 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind ; 
Great  is  His  grace,  His  mercy  sure  ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

574  Psalm  u7. 

1  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  suns: 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  Thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  Thy  word  ; 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to 

shore 

Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 


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i  Christ  is  our  Corner-stone, 
On  Him  alone  we  build  ; 
With  His  true  saints  alone 
The  courts  of  heaven  are  filled 


On  His  great  love 
Our  hopes  we  place 


Of  present  grace, 
And  joys  above. 


2  Oh  then  with  hymns  of  praise 
These  hallowed  courts  shall  ring ; 
Our  voices  we  will  raise 
The  Three  in  One  to  sing ; 


And  thus  proclaim 
In  joyful  song, 


Both  loud  and  long, 
That  glorious  Name. 


3  Here,  gracious  God,  do  Thou 
Forevermore  draw  nigh  ; 
Accept  each  faithful  vow, 
And  mark  each  suppliant  sigh  ; 


In  copious  shower 
On  all  who  pray 


Each  holy  day 
Thy  blessings  pour ! 


4  Here  may  we  gain  from  Heaven 
The  grace  which  we  implore  ; 
And  may  that  grace,  once  given, 
Be  with  us  evermore, 


Until  that  day 
When  all  the  blest 


To  endless  rest 
Are  called  away ! 


576 


1  O  Thou  that  hearest  prayer, 

Attend  our  humble  cry, 
And  let  Thy  servants  share 

Thy  blessing  from  on  high  ! 
We  plead  the  promise  of  Thy  word, 
Grant  us  Thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord ! 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry, 
If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

Their  children's  wants  supply, 
Much  more  wilt  Thou  Thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  Thy  children  pray. 

3  Our  Heavenly  Father,  Thou  ; 

We,  children  of  Thy  grace  ; 
Oh  let  Thy  Spirit  now 

Descend  and  fill  the  place ; 
That  all  may  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  Thy  name. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  God  the  Father's  throne, 

Perpetual  honors  raise, 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
And  to  the  Spirit  praise  : 
With  all  our  powers,  Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing,  while  faith  adores. 


^  y  y  Psalm  67. 

1  God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace, 
Show  the  brightness  of  Thy  face ; 
Shine  upon  us,  Saviour,  shine, 
Fill  Thy  church  with  light  divine, 
And  Thy  saving  health  extend 
To  the  earth's  remotest  end. 

2  Let  the  people  praise  thee,  Lord, 
Be  by  all  that  live  adored ; 

Let  the  nations  shout  and  sing 
Glory  to  their  Saviour  King  ; 
At  Thy  feet  their  tribute  pay, 
And  Thy  holy  will  obey. 

3  Let  the  people  praise  thee,  Lord ; 
Earth  shall  then  her  fruits  afford, 
God  to  man  His  blessing  give, 
Man  to  God  devoted  live  ; 

All  below,  and  all  above, 
One  in  joy  and  light  and  love. 

578 

1  Dust  and  ashes,  sin  and  guilt — 
Christ,  for  me  Thy  Blood  was  spilt ! 
Cleanse  Thou  me  from  guilt  and  sin, 
Make  me  pure  without,  within ; 
Soul  and  body,  at  Thy  word, 

Be  to  saving  health  restored. 

2  Flesh  and  blood,  this  mortal  frame, 
Thou  wert  pleased  to  wear  the  same  ; 
Though  Thy  nature  was  divine, 


Thou  didst  condescend  to  mine  : 
Let  me  for  Thy  mercy's  sake, 
Thy  Divinity  partake. 

3  From  the  ruins  of  the  fall 
Me  to  grace  and  glory  call ; 
Me,  O  Lord  my  Righteousness, 
With  Thine  image  re-impress : 
Thou  didst  stoop  to  earth  for  me  ; 
Raise  me  up  to  heaven  with  Thee, 

Psalm  131. 

1  Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart ; 

Make  me  teachable  and  mild, 
Upright,  simple,  free  from  art, 

Make  me  as  a  weaned  child, 
From  distrust  and  envy  free, 
Pleased  with  all  that  pleases  Thee. 

2  What  Thou  shalt  to-day  provide, 

Let  me  as  a  child  receive ; 
What  to-morrow  may  betide, 

Calmly  to  Thy  wisdom  leave  : 
'T  is  enough  that  Thou  wilt  care  ; 
Why  should  I  the  burden  bear  ? 

3  As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own, 
Knows  he 's  neither  strong  nor  wise, 

Fears  to  stir  a  step  alone, — 
Let  me  thus  with  Thee  abide, 
As  my  Father,  Guard,  and  Guide. 


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1  Early,  my  God,  without  delay, 

I  haste  to  seek  Thy  face  ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away 
Without  Thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  seen  Thy  glory  and  Thy  power 

Through  all  Thy  temple  shine  ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  Thy  forgiving  love. 

5  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

^8l  Psalm  118. 

1  This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

He  calls  the  hours  His  own ; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  He  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  His  triumphs  spread, 
And  all  His  wonders  tell. 


3  Hosanna  to  the  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son ! 
Help  us,  O  Lord,  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  Thy  throne  ! 

4  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise  ! 
The  highest  heavens  in  which  He  reigns, 
Shall  give  Him  nobler  praise. 

^82  Psalm  5. 

1  Lord,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high ; 
To  Thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  Thee  lift  up  mine  eye : 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  His  saints, 
Presenting  at  His  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 
Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  Thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  Thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  Thy  house  will  I  resort 

To  taste  Thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  Thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  Thy  fear. 

5  Oh  may  Thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ! 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 


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1  Safely  through  another  week 

God  has  brought  us  on  our  way  ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  His  courts  to-day \ 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  pray  for  pardoning  grace 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  Name 
Show  Thy  reconciled  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  \ 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  Thee. 

3  Here  we  come  Thy  Name  to  praise  ; 

Let  us  feel  Thy  presence  near  ■ 
May  Thy  glory  meet  our  eyes 

While  we  in  Thy  house  appear : 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  Thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  j 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound  ■ 

Bring  relief  for  all  complaints  : 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove 
Till  we  rest  in  Thee  above. 


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:  1  Light  of  life,  seraphic  Fire  ; 

Love  divine,  Thyself  impart : 
Every  fainting  soul  inspire ; 
Shine  in  every  drooping  heart. 

2  Every  mournful  sinner  cheer, 

Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom  • 
Son  of  God,  appear,  appear ! 
To  Thy  human  temples  come  ! 

3  Come,  in  this  accepted  hour, 

Bring  Thy  heavenly  kingdom  in  y 
Fill  us  with  the  glorious  power, 
Rooting  out  the  seeds  of  sin. 
I  4  Nothing  more  can  we  require, 
We  will  covet  nothing  less  : 
Be  Thou  all  our  heart's  desire, 
All  our  joy,  and  all  our  peace ! 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  the  Name  of  God  most  high, 
Praise  Him,  all  below  the  sky, 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  His  praise  shall  last. 


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1  Light  of  Light,  enlighten  me ! 

Now  anew  the  day  is  dawning ; 
Sun  of  grace,  the  shadows  flee, 

Brighten  Thou  my  Sabbath  morning ! 
With  Thy  joyous  sunshine  blest, 
Happy  is  my  day  of  rest. 

2  Fount  of  all  our  joy  and  peace, 

To  Thy  living  waters  lead  me  ; 
Thou  from  earth  my  soul  release, 

And  with  grace  and  mercy  feed  me ; 
Bless  Thy  Word  that  it  may  prove 
Rich  in  fruits  that  Thou  dost  love. 

3  Kindle  Thou  the  sacrifice 

That  upon  my  lips  is  lying ; 
Clear  the  shadows  from  mine  eyes, 

That,  from  every  error  flying, 
No  strange  fire  may  in  me  glow 
That  Thine  altar  doth  not  know. 


4  Let  me  with  my  heart  to-day, 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  singing, 
Rapt  awhile  from  earth  away, 

All  my  soul  to  Thee  up-springing, 
Have  a  foretaste  inly  given, 
How  they  worship  Thee  in  heaven, 

5  Rest  in  me  and  I  in  Thee, 

Build  a  paradise  within  me  ; 
Oh  reveal  Thyself  to  me, 

Blessed  Love,  who  died'st  to  win  me  : 
Fed  from  Thine  exhaustless  urn, 
Pure  and  bright  my  lamp  shall  burn, 

6  Hence  all  care,  all  vanity, 

For  the  day  to  God  is  holy : 
Come,  Thou  glorious  Majesty, 

Deign  to  fill  this  temple  lowly ; 
Nought  to-day  my  soul  shall  move, 
Simply  resting  in  Thy  love. 


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^86  Psalm  84. 

1  Lord  of  the  worlds  above, 

How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  Thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 
To  Thine  abode  my  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires  to  see  my  God. 

2  The  sparrow  for  her  young 

With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest, 
And  wandering  swallows  long 

To  find  their  wonted  rest : 
My  spirit  faints  with  equal  zeal 
To  rise  and  dwell  among  Thy  saints. 

3  Oh  happy  souls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 
Oh  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  Thee  still,  and  happy  they 
That  love  the  way  to  Zion's  hill. 

4  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Till  each  arrives  at  length ; 

Till  each  in  heaven  appears : 
Oh  glorious  seat,  when  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring  our  willing  feet ! 


5  To  spend  one  sacred  day 

Where  God  and  saints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thousand  days  beside  : 
Where  God  resorts,  I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door,  than  shine  in  courts. 

587  Psalm  J3°- 

1  In  Zion's  sacred  gates 

Let  hymns  of  praise  begin, 
Where  acts  of  faith  and  love 

With  ceaseless  beauty  shine  : 
In  mercy  there  while  God  is  known, 
Before  His  throne  with  songs  appear. 

2  His  wondrous  acts  demand, 

His  wisdom  and  His  grace, 
The  labors  of  our  hands, 

And  transports  of  our  praise  : 
Rehearse  His  name  to  every  shore, 
Where'er  His  power  His  works  proclaim. 

3  Let  the  trump's  martial  voice, 

The  timbrel's  softer  sound, 
The  organ's  solemn  peal, 

United  praise  resound : 
To  swell  the  song  with  highest  joy, 
Let  man  employ  his  tuneful  tongue. 


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1  Now  to  Thy  sacred  house 

I  come  with  willing  feet, 
Where  saints,  with  morning  vows, 

In  full  assembly  meet : 
Thy  power  divine  shall  there  be  shown, 
And  from  Thy  throne  Thy  mercy  shine. 

2  Oh  send  Thy  light  abroad  ! 

Thy  truth  with  heavenly  ray 
Shall  lead  my  soul  to  God, 
And  guide  my  doubtful  way : 
I'll  hear  Thy  word  with  faith  sincere, 
And  learn  to  fear  and  praise  the  Lord. 

3  There  reach  Thy  bounteous  hand, 

And  all  my  sorrows  heal ; 
There  health  and  strength  divine, 
Oh  make  my  bosom  feel : 
Like  balmy  dew,  shall  Jesus'  voice 
My  bones  rejoice,  my  strength  renew. 

4  Then  in  Thy  holy  hill, 

Before  Thine  altar,  Lord, 
My  harp  and  song  shall  sound 

The  glories  of  Thy  word  : 
Henceforth  to  Thee,  O  God  of  grace, 
A  hymn  of  praise  my  life  shall  be. 


589 

1  Welcome,  delightful  morn, 
Thou  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
I  hail  thy  kind  return  ; 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest ! 

From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys 

1  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend 

And  fill  His  throne  of  grace ; 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 

While  saints  address  Thy  face  : 
Let  sinners  feel  Thy  quickening  word, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers ; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  bless  the  sacred  hours  : 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  be  indulged  in  vain. 

DOXOLOGY 
To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit  ever  blest, 
Eternal  Three  in  One, 

All  worship  be  addrest : 
As  heretofore  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  so,  for  evermore  I 


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1  To  Thy  temple  I  repair  ; 
Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there, 
When  within  the  veil  I  meet 
Christ  before  the  mercy-seat. 

2  Thou,  through  Him,  art  reconciled ; 
I,  through  Him,  became  Thy  child  ; 
Abba,  Father  !  give  me  grace 

In  Thy  courts  to  seek  Thy  face  ! 

3  While  Thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue, 
That  my  joyful  soul  may  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord  my  Righteousness ! 

4  While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love,  to  mine  attend ; 
Hear  me,  for  Thy  Spirit  pleads  ; 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes! 

5  While  I  hearken  to  Thy  law, 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe  ; 
Till  Thy  Gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 

6  While  Thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon  in  Thy  Name, 
Th  rough  their  voice,  by  faith,  may  I 
Hear  Thee  speaking  from  the  sky. 

7  From  Thy  house  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn  ; 
And  at  evening  let  me  say, 

I  have  walked  with  God  to-day ! 


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1  Lord,  we  come  before  Thee  now 
At  Thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 
Oh,  do  not  our  suit  disdain ; 
Shall  we  seek  Thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  Thee  our  souls  depend  ; 
In  compassion  now  descend  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  Thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  Thy  praise. 

3  In  Thine  own  appointed  way 
Now  we  seek  Thee,  here  we  stay ; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go 
Till  a  blessing  Thou  bestow. 

4  Comfort  Those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 

Those  that  are  cast  down,  lift  up, 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

5  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  God  supremely  kind ; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free, 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  Thee. 

592 

1  Lord,  we  come  to-day  to  Thee 
With  the  voice  of  melody ; 
Let  our  chant's  sweet  note  arise 
Upward  to  the  listening  skies. 

Lord,  with  suppliant  voice  we  pray, 
Bring  us  all  who  meet  to-day 
To  possess  the  crown  of  light, 
To  put  on  the  robe  of  white. 


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1  O  day  of  rest  and  gladness, 

O  day  of  joy  and  light, 
O  balm  of  care  and  sadness, 

Most  beautiful,  most  bright ; 
On  thee,  the  high  and  lowly, 

Through  ages  joined  in  tune, 
Sing,  Holy,  Holy,  Holy, 

To  the  Great  God  Triune. 

2  On  thee,  at  the  creation, 

The  light  first  had  its  birth; 
On  thee,  for  our  salvation 

Christ  rose  from  depths  of  earth ; 
On  thee,  our  Lord,  victorious, 

The  Spirit  sent  from  Heaven, 
And  thus  on  thee,  most  glorious, 

A  triple  light  was  given. 

3  Thou  art  a  port  protected 

From  storms  that  round  us  rise; 
A  garden  intersected 

With  streams  of  Paradise  ; 
Thou  art  a  cooling  fountain 

In  life's  dry  dreary  sand ; 
From  thee,  like  Pisgah's  mountain, 

We  view  the  promised  land. 


4  Thou  art  a  holy  ladder, 

Where  angels  go  and  come ; 
Each  Sunday  finds  us  gladder, 

Nearer  to  heaven,  our  home  ; 
A  day  of  sweet  refection 

Thou  art,  a  day  of  love ; 
A  day  of  resurrection 

From  earth  to  things  above. 

5  To-day  on  weary  nations 

The  heavenly  manna  falls ; 
To  holy  convocations 

The  silver  trumpet  calls, 
Where  gospel  light  is  glowing 

With  pure  and  radiant  beams, 
And  living  water  flowing 

With  soul-refreshing  streams. 

6  May  we,  new  graces  gaining 

From  this  our  clay  of  rest, 
Attain  the  rest  remaining 

To  spirits  of  the  blest; 
And  there,  our  voice  upraising 

To  Father  and  to  Son, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  be  praising 

Ever  the  Three  in  One. 


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LISBON.     S.  M. 


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1  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ! 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  Himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  His  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  may  we  sit  and  see  Him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

£jgCj  Psalm  1 1 8. 

1  See  what  a  Living  Stone 

The  builders  did  refuse  ! 
Yet  God  hath  built  His  church  thereon, 
In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 

2  The  scribe  and  angry  priest 

Reject  Thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  Rock  shall  Zion  rest, 
As  the  chief  Corner-stone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  Thine, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes  ; 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine ; 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 


4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made  ; 
Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing,  and  pray ; 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hosanna  to  the  King 

Of  David's  royal  blood  ; 
Bless  Him  ye  saints,  He  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 


596 


Psalm  8 1. 


Sing  to  the  Lord  our  Might, 

With  holy  fervor  sing ; 
Let  hearts  and  instruments  unite 

To  praise  our  Heavenly  King. 

This  is  His  holy  house, 

And  this  His  festal  day, 
When  He  accepts  the  humblest  vows 

That  we  sincerely  pay. 

The  Sabbath  to  our  sires 

In  mercy  first  was  given ; 
The  Church  her  Sabbaths  still  requires 

To  speed  her  on  to  Heaven. 

We  still,  like  them  of  old, 

Are  in  the  wilderness ; 
And  God  is  still  as  near  His  fold, 

To  pity  and  to  bless. 

;  Then  let  us  open  wide 

Our  hearts  for  Him  to  fill ; 
And  He  that  Israel  then  supplied, 
Will  help  His  Israel  still. 


THE    LORD'S  DAY. 


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Psalm  63. 

1  O  God,  Thou  art  my  God  alone ; 
Early  to  Thee  my  soul  shall  cry, 
A  pilgrim  in  a  land  unknown, 

A  thirsty  land  whose  springs  are  dry. 

2  Yet  through  this  rough  and  thorny  maze 
I  follow  hard  on  Thee,  my  God ; 
Thy  hand  unseen  upholds  my  ways  ; 

I  safely  tread  where  Thou  hast  trod. 

3  Thee,  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 
When  I  remember  on  my  bed, 

Thy  presence  makes  the  darkness  light; 
Thy  guardian  wings  are  round  my  head. 

4  Better  than  life  itself  Thy  love, 
Dearer  than  all  beside  to  me  ; 
For  whom  have  I  in  heaven  above, 
Or  what  on  earth  compared  with  Thee  ! 

^  Q  8  Psalm  132. 

1  Where  shall  we  go  to  seek  and  find 
A  habitation  for  our  God, 

A  dwelling  for  the  Eternal  Mind, 
Among  the  sons  of  flesh  and  blood  ? 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chose  the  hill 
Of  Zion  for  His  ancient  rest  ; 
And  Zion  is  His  dwelling  still, 

His  church  is  with  His  presence  blest. 

3  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 
And  fill  their  souls  with  living  bread ; 
Sinners  who  wait  before  My  door, 
With  sweet  provision  shall  be  fed. 


4  Girded  with  truth  and  clothed  with 

grace, 

My  priests,  My  ministers  shall  shine ; 
Not  Aaron,  in  his  costly  dress, 
Made  an  appearance  so  divine. 

5  The  saints,  unable  to  contain 

Their  inward  joy,  shall  shout  and  sing ; 
The  Son  of  David  here  shall  reign, 
And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King. 

599 

1  Hosanna  to  the  Living  Lord  ! 
Hosanna  to  the  Incarnate  Word ! 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 
Let  earth,  let  heaven,  hosanna  sing. 

2  Hosanna,  Lord,  Thine  angels  cry  ; 
Hosanna,  Lord,  Thy  saints  reply  ; 
Above,  beneath  us,  and  around, 
The  dead  and  living  swell  the  sound. 

3  O  Saviour,  with  protecting  care 
Return  to  this  Thy  house  of  prayer 
Assembled  in  Thy  sacred  name, 
Here  we  Thy  parting  promise  claim. 

4  But,  chiefest,  in  our  cleansed  breast, 
Eternal,  bid  Thy  Spirit  rest, 

And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  Thee ! 

5  So,  in  the  last  and  dreadful  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  shall  melt  away, 
Thy  flock,  redeemed  from  sinful  stain, 
Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again. 


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1  Spirit  of  truth,  on  this  Thy  day, 

To  Thee  for  help  we  cry, 
To  guide  us  through  the  dreary  way 
Of  dark  mortality. 

2  We  ask  not,  Lord,  the  cloven  flame, 

Or  tongues  of  various  tone  ; 
But  long  Thy  praises  to  proclaim 
With  fervor  in  our  own. 

3  No  heavenly  harpings  soothe  our  ear, 

No  mystic  dreams  we  share ; 
Yet  hope  to  feel  Thy  comfort  near, 
And  bless  Thee  in  our  prayer. 

4  When  tongues  shall  cease,  and  power 

decay, 

And  knowledge  empty  prove, 
Do  Thou  Thy  trembling  servants  stay 
With  faith  and  hope  and  love. 

6oi  Psalm  132. 

1  Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise, 

And  enter  to  Thy  rest  • 
Lo,  Thy  church  waits,  with  longing 
eyes, 

Thus  to  be  owned  and  blest ! 

2  Enter  with  all  Thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  Thy  word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain  " 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  Thy  praise  be  spread  ; 


Bless  the  provisions  of  Thy  house, 
And  fill  Thy  poor  with  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  Anointed  shine  ; 
Justice  and  truth  His  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

5  Here  let  Him  hold  a  lasting  throne, 

And  as  His  kingdom  grows, 
Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  His  crown, 
And  shame  confound  His  foes. 

602  Psalm  27. 

1  The  Lord  of  Glory  is  my  Light, 

And  my  Salvation  too  • 
God  is  my  Strength,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires  : 

Oh  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  Thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 

And  see  Thy  beauty  still ; 
Shall  hear  Thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  Thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 

There  may  His  children  hide ; 
God  has  a  strong  pavilion  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  Thy  temple  sound. 


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1  CoME,dearest  Lord,and  feedThy  sheep 

On  this  sweet  day  of  rest ; 
Oh  bless  this  flock,  and  make  this  fold 
Enjoy  a  heavenly  rest ! 

2  Welcome  and  precious  to  my  soul 

Are  these  sweet  days  of  love ; 
But  what  a  Sabbath  shall  I  keep 
When  I  shall  rest  above ! 

3  I  come,  I  wait,  I  hear,  I  pray ; 

Thy  footsteps,  Lord,  I  trace  ; 
Here,  in  Thine  own  appointed  way, 
I  wait  to  see  Thy  face. 

604 

1  Blest  day  of  God,  most  calm,  most 

bright, 

The  first  and  best  of  days  ; 
The  laborer's  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 
A  day  of  mirth  and  praise  ! 

2  My  Saviour's  face  did  make  thee  shine, 

His  rising  did  thee  raise  : 
This  made  thee  heavenly  and  divine 
Beyond  the  common  days. 

3  The  first-fruits  do  a  blessing  prove 

To  all  the  sheaves  behind ; 
And  they  that  do  a  Sabbath  love 
A  happy  week  shall  find. 

4  My  Lord  on  thee  His  name  did  fix, 

Which  makes  thee  rich  and  gay : 
Amidst  His  golden  candlesticks 
My  Saviour  walks  this  day. 


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5  This  day  must  I  fore  God  appear, 
For,  Lord,  the  day  is  Thine  : 
Oh  let  me  spend  it  in  Thy  fear, 
Then  shall  the  day  be  mine. 

Psalm  84. 

1  How  lovely  are  Thy  dwellings  fair  ! 

O  Lord  of  hosts,  how  dear 
The  pleasant  tabernacles  are 
Where  Thou  dost  dwell  so  near ! 

2  My  soul  doth  long,  and  almost  die, 

Thy  courts,  O  Lord,  to  see  ; 
My  heart  and  flesh  aloud  do  cry, 
O  living  God,  for  Thee  ! 

3  There  e'en  the  sparrow,  freed  from 

wrong, 

Hath  found  a  house  of  rest ; 
The  swallow  there  to  lay  her  young 
Hath  built  her  brooding:  nest. 

4  E'en  by  Thine  altars,  Lord  of  Hosts, 

They  find  their  safe  abode  ; 
And  home  they  fly  from  round  the 
coasts 

Toward  Thee,  my  King,  my  God.. 

5  Happy,  who  in  Thy  house  reside, 

Where  Thee  they  ever  praise  I 
Happy,  whose  strength  in  Thee  doth 
bide, 

And  in  their  hearts  Thy  ways  ! 

6  They  journey  on   from  strength  to 

strength, 
With  joy  and  gladsome  cheer, 
Till  all  before  our  God  at  length 
In  Zion  do  appear. 


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1  The  festal  morn,  my  God,  is  come, 
That  calls  me  to  Thy  hallowed  dome, 

Thy  presence  to  adore  : 
My  feet  the  summons  shall  attend, 
With  willing  steps  Thy  courts  ascend, 

And  tread  the  sacred  floor. 

2  With  joy  shall  I  behold  the  day 
That  calls  my  thirsting  soul  away 

To  dwell  among  the  blest ! 
For  lo,  my  great  Redeemer's  power 
Unfolds  the  everlasting  door, 

And  leads  me  to  His  rest ! 

3  E'en  now,  to  my  expecting  eyes, 

The  heaven-built  towers  of  Salem  rise  : 

E'en  now,  with  glad  survey 
I  view  her  mansions  that  contain 
The  angel  forms,  a  beauteous  train, 
And  shine  with  cloudless  day. 

4  Hither,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 
Lo,  the  redeemed  of  God  ascend, 

Their  tribute  hither  bring: 
Here,  crowned  with  everlasting  joy, 
In  hymns  of  praise  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hail  the  immortal  King. 


607 

1  Welcome  sweet  Day, of  days  the  best, 
The  time  of  holy  mirth  and  rest ! 

To  God's  own  house  repair, 
To  hear  His  word  and  see  His  face, 
To  learn  His  will  and  sing  His  grace, 

To  join  in  praise  and  prayer. 

2  This  is  employment  all  divine  ; 
My  soul,  the  blest  assembly  join, 

And  from  the  world  retire  : 
Go,  bow  before  thy  Maker's  throne, 
Thy  risen  Saviour's  glories  own, 

And  fan  devotion's  fire. 

3  Forget  the  trifles  here  below, 

The  shining  heap,  the  gaudy  show, 

Vain  mirth  and  worldly  cares  ; 
On  wings  of  strong  devotion  rise, 
Pass  every  cloud,  pass  all  the  skies, 
And  soar  above  the  stars. 

4  To  God  direct  thy  steady  flight, 
Great  Fund  of  bliss  and  Source  of  light,  , 

And  there  delight  thine  eyes ; 
View  every  shining  wonder  o'er, 
And  with  transported  heart  adore, 

And  feast  in  Paradise. 


THE    LORD'S  DAY. 


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1  Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns 

To  shed  its  quickening  beams  ; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns, 
How  languid  are  its  flames ! 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 

Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive  ; 
We  would  be  like  Thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  Thee  while  we  live. 

3  Increase,  O  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 

And  fit  us  to  ascend 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
The  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end : 

4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 

With  heavenly  lustre  shine, 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 

609 

1  God  of  the  sun-light  hours,  how  sad 

Would  evening  shadows  be, 
Or  night,  in  deeper  sable  clad, 
If  aught  were  dark  to  Thee  ! 

2  How  mournfully  that  golden  gleam 

Would  touch  the  thoughtful  heart, 
If  with  its  soft,  retiring  beam, 
We  saw  Thy  love  depart. 

3  But  though  the  gathering  gloom  may 

hide 

Those  gentle  rays  awhile, 


Yet  they  who  in  Thy  house  abide 
Shall  ever  share  Thy  smile. 

4  Then  let  creation's  volume  close, 
Though  every  page  be  bright ; 
On  Thine,  still  open,  we  repose 
With  more  intense  delight. 

6lO 

1  Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 

Of  Thy  salvation,  Lord  ; 
But  still  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  Thy  word  ! 

2  Oft  I  frequent  Thy  holy  place, 

And  hear  almost  in  vain ; 
How  small  a  portion  of  Thy  grace 
My  memory  can  retain  ! 

3  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love, 

How  negligent  my  fear, 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above, 
How  few  affections  there  ! 

4  Great  God,  Thy  sovereign  power  im- 

part 

To  give  Thy  word  success ; 
Write  Thy  salvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  Thy  grace. 

5  Show  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high : 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  shall  never  die. 


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THE    LORD'S  DAY. 


FEDERAL  STREET.     L  M. 


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1  Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  our  vows, 
On  this  Thy  day,  in  this  Thy  house ; 
And  own  as  grateful  sacrifice 

The  songs  which  from  the  desert  rise. 

2  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  • 

To  that  our  laboring  souls  aspire 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 

3  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress  ; 
Nor  sin,  nor  hell,  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues: 

4  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose, 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

5  O  long-expected  day,  begin, 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin ! 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death  to  rest  with  God. 

6l2 

i  Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve, 
And  soft  the  sunbeams  lingering  there  ; 
For  these  blest  hours  the  world  I  leave, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. 


2  The  time  how  lovely  and  how  still ! 
Peace  shines  and  smiles  on  all  below ; 
The  plain,  the  stream,  the  wood,  the  hill, 
All  fair  with  evening's  setting  glow. 

3  Season  of  rest !  the  tranquil  soul 
Feels  the  sweet  calm,  and  melts  to  love ; 
And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll, 
Faith  sees  the  smiling  heaven  above. 

4  Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long ; 
Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod, 
And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song, 
The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God. 

613 

1  Dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord  ; 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  Thy  word  ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  Thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  Thou  art  good  ; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood, 
Give  every  burdened  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son 
Who  rose  from  death,  be  glory  given ; 
With  Thee,  O  Holy  Comforter, 
Henceforth,  by  all  in  earth  and  heaven. 


THE    LORD'S  DAY. 


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Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Let  us  now,  Thy  love  possessing, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  : 
Oh  refresh  us, 

Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  Thy  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 

May  the  fruits  of  Thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 

May  Thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 

Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 

May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day ! 

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God  of  our  salvation,  hear  us  ; 

Bless,  oh  bless  us,  ere  we  go  ; 
When  we  join  the  world,  be  near  us, 

Lest  we  cold  and  careless  grow : 
Saviour,  keep  us, 

Keep  us  safe  from  every  foe. 

May  we  live  in  view  of  heaven, 

Where  we  hope  to  see  Thy  face ; 
Save  us  from  unhallowed  leaven, 


All  that  might  obscure  Thy  grace ; 

Keep  us  walking 
Each  in  his  appointed  place. 

3  As  our  steps  are  drawing  nearer 
To  the  place  we  call  our  home, 
May  our  view  of  heaven  grow  clearer, 
Hope  more  bright  of  joys  to  come  ; 

And,  when  dying, 
May  Thy  presence  cheer  the  gloom. 

6  I  6  Psalm  91 

1  Keep  us,  Lord,  oh  keep  us  ever  • 

Vain  our  hope,  if  left  by  Thee ; 
We  are  Thine,  oh  leave  us  never 
Till  Thy  glorious  face  we  see  : 

Then  to  praise  Thee 
Through  a  bright  eternity. 

2  Precious  is  Thy  word  of  promise, 

Precious  to  Thy  people  here ; 
Never  take  Thy  presence  from  us, 
Jesus,  Saviour,  still  be  near : 

Living,  dying, 
May  Thy  name  our  spirits  cheer. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Great  Jehovah,  we  adore  Thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne ; 
Endless  praises 

To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One  ! 


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Part  in  peace,  Christ's  life  was  peace  • 

Let  us  live  our  life  in  Him  : 
Part  in  peace,  Christ's  death  was  peace; 

Let  us  die  our  death  in  Him : 
Part  in  peace,  Christ  promise  gave 

Of  a  life  beyond  the  grave, 
Where  all  mortal  partings  cease : 

Brethren,  sisters,  part  in  peace ! 

618 

1  Thou  who  art  enthroned  above, 
Thou  in  whom  we  live  and  move, 
Good  it  is  with  joyful  tongue 

To  resound  Thy  praise  in  song  : 
When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  sparkling  stars  arise, 
All  Thy  favors  to  rehearse, 
And  give  thanks  in  grateful  verse. 

2  Sweet  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 
When  devotion  fires  the  breast, 
When  we  dwell  within  Thy  house, 
Hear  Thy  gospel,  pay  our  vows, 
Songs  to  heaven's  high  mansion  raise, 
Fill  Thy  courts  with  songs  of  praise, 
And  in  psalms  and  hymns  proclaim 
Honors  to  Thy  glorious  Name. 


From  Thy  works  our  joys  arise, 
O  Thou  only  good  and  wise  ; 
Who  Thy  wonders  can  express  ? 
All  Thy  thoughts  are  fathomless  : 
Warm  our  hearts  with  sacred  fire, 
And  with  songs  of  praise  inspire ; 
All  our  powers  with  all  their  might 
Ever  in  Thy  praise  unite. 


619 


Oh,  from  earthly  cares  set  free, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  Thee  ; 
May  our  toils  and  conflicts  cease 
In  the  calm  of  Sabbath  peace  ; 
That  Thy  people  here  below 
Something  of  the  bliss  may  know, 
Something  of  the  rest  and  love, 
In  the  Sabbath  home  above. 

From  beyond  the  grave's  dark  night, 
What  mild  radiance  meets  my  sight ! 
Softly  stealing  on  the  ear, 
What  strange  music  do  I  hear ! 
'T  is  the  golden  crown  on  high, 
'T  is  the  chorus  of  the  sky ! 
Lord,  Thy  sinful  child  prepare 
For  a  place  and  portion  there. 


THE    LORD'S  DAY. 


269 


BALCLUTHA.     L  M. 


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1  How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 
And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord  : 
Dear  Saviour,  on  Thy  people  smile, 
According  to  Thy  faithful  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat 
That  we  may  here  converse  with  Thee  ; 
O  Lord,  behold  us  at  Thy  feet ; 

Let  this  the  gate  of  heaven  be. 

3  "Chief  of  ten  thousand"  now  appear, 
That  we  by  faith  may  view  Thy  face  ; 
Oh  speak,  that  we  Thy  voice  may  hear, 
And  let  Thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

621 

1  Kindred  in  Christ,  for  His  dear  sake 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 

The  joys  which  only  He  can  give. 

2  To  you  and  us  by  grace  is  given 

To  know  the  Saviour's  precious  Name  ; 
And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heaven, 
Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end  the  same. 

3  May  He  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 
Send  His  good  Spirit  from  above, 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 
And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

4  Forgotten  be  each  earthly  theme 
When  Christians  see  each  other  thus  ; 


We  only  wish  to  speak  of  Him 

Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

5  We  '11  talk  of  all  He  did  and  said 
And  suffered  for  us  here  below, 
The  path  He  marked  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  He  ?s  doing  for  us  now. 

6  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 
We  '11  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore ; 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 
When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

622 

1  Come,   dearest  Lord,   descend  and 

dwell, 

By  faith  and  love,  in  every  breast ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed. 

2  Come,  fill   our   hearts  with  inward 

strength, 
Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth, 

and  length 
Of  Thine  unmeasurable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  and  wishes 

know, 

Be  everlasting  honors  done, 
By  all  the  church,  through  Christ  the 
Son. 


270 


HOLY  BAPTISM. 


BOYLSTON,     S.  M. 


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1  Our  children  Thou  dost  claim, 

O  Lord,  our  God,  as  Thine : 
Ten  thousand  blessings  to  Thy  name 
For  goodness  so  divine  ! 

2  Thee  let  the  fathers  own, 

Thee  let  the  sons  adore, 
Joined  to  the  Lord  in  solemn  vows 
To  be  forgot  no  more. 

3  How  great  Thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 

How  plenteous  is  Thy  grace, 
Which,  in  the  promise  of  Thy  love, 
Includes  our  rising  race. 

4  Our  offspring,  still  Thy  care, 

Shall  own  their  fathers'  God, 
To  latest  times  Thy  blessings  share, 
And  sound  Thy  praise  abroad. 

624 

1  O  God  of  Abraham,  hear 

The  parents'  humble  cry ; 
In  covenant  mercy  now  appear, 
While  in  the  dust  we  lie. 

2  These  children  of  our  love, 

In  mercy  Thou  hast  given, 
That  we  through  grace  may  faithful 
prove 

In  training  them  for  heaven. 

3  Oh  grant  Thy  Spirit,  Lord, 

Their  hearts  to  sanctify ; 


Remember  now  Thy  gracious  word, 
Our  hopes  on  Thee  rely. 

4  Draw  forth  the  melting  tear, 

The  penitential  sigh ; 
Inspire  their  hearts  with  faith  sincere, 
And  fix  their  hopes  on  high. 

5  These  children  now  are  Thine, 

We  give  them  back  to  Thee  ■ 
Oh  lead  them  by  Thy  grace  divine, 
Along  the  heavenly  way. 

625 

1  The  Saviour  kindly  calls 

Our  children  to  His  breast ; 
He  folds  them  in  His  gracious  arms, 
Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2  "  Let  them  approach,"  He  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim  \ 
The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these, 
For  such  as  these  I  came." 

3  With  joy  we  bring  them,  Lord, 

Devoting  them  to  Thee, 
Imploring  that  as  We  are  Thine, 
Thine  may  our  offspring  be. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  to  the  Father  be  ; 

Praise  to  His  Only  Son  ; 
Praise  to  the  blessed  Paraclete, 

While  endless  ages  run. 


HOLY  BAPTISM. 


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1  Father,  in  these  reveal  Thy  Son, 

In  these,  for  whom  we  seek  Thy  face  ; 
Adopt  and  seal  them  as  Thine  own, 
By  Thy  regenerating  grace. 

2  Jesus,  with  us  Thou  always  art; 
Now  ratify  the  sacred  sign, 
The  gift  unspeakable  impart, 
And  bless  Thy  sacrament  divine. 

3  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  on  high, 
Baptizer  of  our  spirits,  Thou  ! 
The  purifying  grace  apply, 

And  witness  with  the  water  now. 

4  Pour  forth  Thine  energy  divine, 
And  sprinkle  the  atoning  blood  ; 
May  Father,  Son  and  Spirit  join 
To  seal  each  child  a  child  of  God. 

627 

1  God  of  that  glorious  gift  of  grace 
By  which  Thy  people  seek  Thy  face, 
When  in  Thy  presence  we  appear, 
Vouchsafe  us  faith  to  venture  near. 

2  Confiding  in  Thy  truth  alone, 
Here,  on  the  steps  of  Jesus'  throne, 
We  lay  the  treasure  Thou  hast  given, 
To  be  received  and  reared  for  heaven. 

3  Lent  to  us  for  a  season,  we 
Lend  him  forever,  Lord,  to  Thee ! 


Assured  that  if  to  Thee  we  live 
We  gain  in  what  we  seem  to  give. 

4  Large  and  abundant  blessings  shed, 
Warm  as  these  prayers,  upon  his  head ; 
And  on  his  soul,  the  dews  of  grace, 
Fresh  as  these  drops  upon  his  face ! 

5  Make  him  and  keep  him  Thine  own 

child, 

Meek  follower  of  the  Undefiled, 
Possessor  here  of  grace  and  love, 
Inheritor  of  heaven  above. 

628 

1  Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should 

stray 

From  Thy  secure  enclosure's  bound, 
And,  lured  by  worldly  joys  away, 
Among  the  thoughtless  crowd  be  found; 

2  Remember  still  that  they  are  Thine, 
That  Thy  dear  sacred  Name  they  bear  • 
Think  that  the  seal  of  love  divine, 
The  sign  of  covenant  grace,  they  wear. 

3  In  all  their  erring,  sinful  years, 
Oh  let  them  ne'er  forgotten  be  ; 
Remember  all  the  prayers  and  tears 
Which  made  them  consecrate  to  Thee. 

4  And  when  these  lips  no  more  can  pray, 
These  eyes  can  weep  for  them  no  more, 
Turn  Thou  their  feet  from  folly's  way, 
The  wanderers  to  Thy  fold  restore. 


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HOLY  BAPTISM. 


BEMERTON.     C.  M. 

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1  See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand, 

With  all-engaging  charms ; 
Hark  !  how  He  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  His  arms  ! 

2  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  He  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We   bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful 

hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  Thee, 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  Thine, — 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

630 

1  We  long  to  move  and  breathe  in  Thee, 

Inspired  with  Thine  own  breath, 
To  live  Thy  life,  O  Lord,  and  be 
Baptized  into  Thy  death. 

2  Thy  death  to  sin  we  die  below, 

But  we  shall  rise  in  love  ; 
We  here  are  planted  in  Thy  woe, 
But  we  shall  bloom  above. 

3  Above  we  shall  Thy  glory  share, 

As  we  Thy  cross  have  borne  ; 


E'en  we  shall  crowns  of  honor  wear, 
When  we  the  thorns  have  worn. 

4  Thy  crown  of  thorns  is  all  our  boast, 
While  now  we  fall  before 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
And  tremble,  love,  adore. 


63 


1  Thus  saith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, — 

I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  ; 
I'll  bless  thy  numerous  race,  and  they 
Shall  be  a  seed  to  Me. 

2  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 

To  our  forefathers  given  ; 
He  takes  young  children  to  His  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

3  Our  God,  how  faithful  are  His  ways  ! 

His  love  endures  the  same  ; 
Nor  from  the  promise  of  His  grace 
Blots  out  his  children's  name. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 


HOLY    BAPTISM.  273 


STEPHENS.     C.  M. 


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632 

1  "  Forbid  them  not,"  the  Saviour  cried, 

"  But  suffer  them  to  come  :" 
Ah,  then  maternal  tears  were  dried, 
And  unbelief  was  dumb. 

2  Lord,  we  believe,  and  we  obey ; 

We  bring  them  at  Thy  word ; 
B&  Thou  our  children's  Strength  and 
Stay, 

Their  Portion  and  Reward. 

Psalm  78. 

1  Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 

Which  God  performed  of  old, 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  His  glories  known, 

His  works  of  power  and  grace ; 
And  we'll  convey  His  wonders  down 
Through  every  rising  race. 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  they  shall  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  securely  stands, 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  His  works, 
But  practise  His  commands. 


634 

1  O  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 

Thy  people  still  are  fed  ; 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led  : 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 

Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  : 
God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  ; 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  breads 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

4  Oh  spread  Thy  covering  wings  around,. 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 
And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

5  Such  blessings  from  Thy  gracious  hand! 

Our  humble  prayers  implore  ; 
And  Thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God, 
Our  Portion  evermore. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  Father,  Son,  and'  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 


635 


1  People  of  the  living  God, 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 
Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 

2  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 
Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
Oh  receive  me  into  rest. 

3  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 


4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 
Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  heart  no  more, 
Every  idol  I  resign. 

5  Tell  me  not  of  gain  or  loss, 

Ease,  enjoyment,  pomp,  and  power ; 
Welcome,  poverty  and  cross, 
Shame,  reproach,  affliction's  hour. 

6  "  Follow  me  !  " —  I  know  Thy  voice  ! 
Jesus,  Lord  !  Thy  steps  I  see  : 
Now  I  take  Thy  yoke  by  choice ; 
Light  Thy  burden  now  to  me. 


CONFESSION    OF  FAITH. 


275 


WILLINGTON. 


Oh,  sweetly  breathe  the  lyres  above, 
When  angels  touch  the  quivering  string, 
And  wake,  to  chant  Immanuel's  love, 
Such  strains  as  angel-lips  can  sing ! 

And  sweet  on  earth  the  choral  swell, 
From  mortal  tongues,  of  gladsome  lays, 
When  pardoned  souls  their  raptures  tell, 
And,  grateful,  hymn  Immanuel's  praise. 

Jesus,  Thy  name  our  souls  adore  ; 
We  own  the  bond  that  makes  us  Thine  ; 
And  carnal  joys,  that  charmed  before, 
For  Thy  dear  sake  we  now  resign. 

Our  hearts,  by  dying  love  subdued, 
Accept  Thine  offered  grace  to-day ; 
Beneath  the  cross,  with  blood  bedewed, 
We  bow  and  give  ourselves  away. 
In  Thee  we  trust,  on  Thee  rely ; 
Though  we  arc  feeble,  Thou  art  strong ; 
Oh  keep  us  till  our  spirits  fly 
To  join  the  bright,  immortal  throng ! 


637 


Come,  ever-blessed  Spirit,  come, 
And  make  Thy  servants'  hearts  Thy 
home ; 

Thus  consecrated,  Lord,  to  Thee, 
May  each  a  living  temple  be. 
Enrich  that  temple's  holy  shrine 
With  sevenfold  gifts  of  grace  divine  ; 
With  Wisdom,  Light,  and  Knowledge 
bless, 

Strength,  Counsel, Fear,  and  Godliness. 


Arm  these,  Thy  youthful  soldiers,  Lord, 
With  shield  of  faith  and  Spirit's  sword  ; 
Forth  to  the  battle  may  they  go, 
And  boldly  fight  against  the  foe. 

4  With  banner  of  the  cross  unfurled, 
Oh  may  they  overcome  the  world  ; 
And  so,  at  last,  receive  from  Thee 
The  palm  and  crown  of  victory. 

5  O  Trinity  in  Unity, 

One  only  God  and  Persons  Three ! 
In  Whom,  through  Whom,  by  Whom 
we  live, 

To  Thee  we  praise  and  glory  give. 

6  Oh  grant  us  so  to  use  Thy  grace 
That  we  may  see  Thy  glorious  Face  ; 
And  ever,  with  the  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

638 

1  While  in  the  hours  of  blooming  youth, 
My  God,  I've  felt  and  owned  Thy  truth; 
Thy  mercies,  with  increasing  age, 
Shall  still  my  grateful  heart  engage. 

2  No  human  power  shall  e'er  control 
This  settled  purpose  of  my  soul ; 
Or  urge  my  constant  mind  to  stray, 
But  where  Thy  wisdom  points  the  way. 

3  To  Thee,  O  Lord,  myself  I  give  ; 
'Tis  to  Thy  glory  I  would  live  : 

My  God,  my  Strength,  my  Hope,  my 

Joy, 

Thy  praise  shall  all  my  powers  employ. 


276 


CONFESSION    OF  FAITH. 


639 

1  Ye  men  and  angels,  witness  now ! 

Before  the  Lord  we  speak  ; 
To  Him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break : 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield  ; 
Nor  from  His  cause  will  we  depart, 
Nor  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  His  grace  rely ; 
May  He,  with  our  returning  wants, 
All  needful  aid  supply. 

4  Oh  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  Thy  ways  ; 
And  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  Thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

64O 

1  Planted  in  Christ,  the  living  Vine, 

This  day,  with  one  accord, 
Ourselves,  with  humble  faith  and  joy, 
We  yield  to  Thee,  O  Lord  ! 

2  Joined  in  one  body  may  we  be  ; 

One  inward  life  partake  ; 
One  be  our  heart,  one  heavenly  hope 
In  every  bosom  wake. 

3  In  prayer,  in  effort,  tears,  and  toils, 

One  wisdom  be  our  guide  ; 


Taught  by  one  Spirit  from  above, 
In  Thee  may  we  abide. 

4  Then,  when  among  the  saints  in  light 
Our  joyful  spirits  shine, 
Shall  anthems  of  immortal  praise, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  be  Thine  ! 

64I 

1  Oppressed  with  noon-day's  scorching 

heat, 

To  yonder  cross  I  flee, 
Beneath  its  shelter  take  my  seat : 
No  shade  like  this  for  me  ! 

2  Beneath  that  cross  clear  waters  burst, 

A  fountain  sparkling  free  ; 
And  there  I  quench  my  desert  thirst : 
No  spring  like  this  for  me ! 

3  A  stranger  here,  I  pitch  my  tent 

Beneath  this  spreading  tree  ; 
Here  shall  my  pilgrim  life  be  spent : 
No  home  like  this  for  me  ! 

4  For  burdened  ones  a  resting-place 

Beside  that  cross  I  see  ; 
I  here  cast  off  my  weariness  : 
No  rest  like  this  for  me  ! 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore ; 

Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


CONFESSION    OF  FAITH. 


277 


DUKE  STREET.     L  M 

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642 


1  Lord,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine, 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine  ; 
With  full  consent  Thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  Thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  Thy  grace  ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransomed  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

3  Thine  would  I  live,  Thine  would  I  die, 
Be  Thine  through  all  eternity  ; 

The  vow  is  passed  beyond  repeal ; 
And  now  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 

4  Here  at  that  cross  where  flows  the 

blood 

That  bought  my  guilty  soul  for  God, 
Thee,  my  new  Master  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  Thee  my  all. 

5  Do  Thou  assist  a  feeble  worm 
The  great  engagement  to  perform  ; 
Thy  grace  can  full  assistance  lend, 
And  on  that  grace  I  dare  depend. 

643 

1  O  happy  day,  that  stays  my  choice 
On  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  O  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 
To  Him  who  merits  all  my  love ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  His  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 


3  'Tis  done  the  great  transaction's  done! 
I  am  my  Lord's,  and  He  is  mine ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 
Glad  to  obey  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long  divided  heart, 
Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part, 
When  called  on  angels'  bread  to  feast  J 

5  High  Heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn 

vow, 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear, 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

644 

1  Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 
Through  all  the  courts  of  paradise, 
To  see  a  prodigal  return, 

To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born  ! 

2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  His  eternal  love ; 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  sees 
The  purchase  of  His  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  soul  He  formed  anew  ; 
And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son 
Who  rose  from  death,  be  glory  given, 
With  Thee,  O  Holy  Comforter, 
Henceforth,  by  all  in  earth  and  heaven. 


278 


THE    LORD'S  SUPPER. 


TUCKERMAN 


6+5 


If  human  kindness  meets  return, 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn 

To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh : 
Oh,  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  Him  who  died  our  fears  to  quell, 

Our  more  than  orphan's  woe  ! 
While  yet  His  anguished  soul  surveyed 

Those  pangs  He  would  not  flee, 
What  love  His  latest  words  displayed, 

"  Meet  and  remember  Me  !" 

Remember   Thee !  Thy  death, 
*  shame, 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! 
O  memory,  leave  no  other  name 

But  His  recorded  there  ! 


Thy 


646 


According  to  Thy  gracious  word, 

In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 

I  will  remember  Thee. 
Thy  Body,  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be  ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 

And  thus  remember  Thee. 
Gethsemane  can  I  forget  ? 

Or  there  Thy  conflict  see, 
Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 

And  not  remember  Thee  ? 
When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 


O  Lamb  of  God,  my  Sacrifice ! 
I  must  remember  Thee. 


5  Remember  Thee,  and  all  Thy  pains, 

And  all  Thy  love  to  me ! 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
Will  I  remember  Thee. 

6  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 

And  mind  and  memory  flee, 
When  Thou  shalt  in  Thy  kingdom  come, 
Jesus,  remember  me ! 

647 

1  How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 

With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores  ! 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cries  with  thankful  tongue, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest  ?" 

3  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  Thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room, 
When   thousands   make  a  wretched 
choice, 

And  rather  starve  than  come  ?" 

4  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the 

feast, 

That  sweetly  forced  us  in  ; 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
And  perished  in  our  sin. 

5  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God ! 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  Thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 


THE    LORD'S  SUPPER. 


279 


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648 

1  In  the  Name  of  God  the  Father, 

In  the  Name  of  God  the  Son, 
In  the  Name  of  God  the  Spirit, 

One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
In  the  Name  which  highest  angels 

Speak  not  ere  they  veil  their  face, 
Crying,  Holy,  Holy,  Holy, 

Come  we  to  this  sacred  place. 

2  Lo,  in  wondrous  condescension, 

Jesus  stoops  from  His  high  throne  ; 
Though  in  lively  symbols  hidden, 

Faith  and  love  His  presence  own : 
When  the  Lord  His  temple  visits, 

Let  the  listening  earth  be  still ; 
May  the  Spirit's  sweet  indwelling 

Each  believing  bosom  fill. 

3  Here,  in  figure  represented, 

See  the  Passion  once  again  ; 
Here  behold  the  Lamb  most  Holy, 
As  for  our  Redemption  slain  ; 


Here  the  Saviour's  Body  broken, 
Here  the  Blood  which  Jesus  shed — 

Mystic  Food  of  life  eternal — 
See,  for  our  refreshment  spread. 

4  Here  shall  highest  praise  be  offered, 

Here  shall  meekest  prayer  be  poured, 
Here,  with  body,  soul,  and  spirit, 

God  Incarnate  be  adored : 
Holy  Jesus,  for  Thy  coming, 

May  Thy  love  our  hearts  prepare  • 
Thine  we  fain  would  have  them  wholly, 

Enter,  Lord,  and  tarry  there. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation ; 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love  *; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation  ; 

Praise  the  Spirit  from  above, 
Author  of  the  new  creation, 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live ; 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  One  Jehovah  give. 


280 


THE    LORD'S  SUPPER 


ORTONVILLE.     C.  M. 


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649 


1  Lord,  at  Thy  table  I  behold 

The  wonders  of  Thy  grace  ; 
But  most  of  all  admire  that  I 
Should  find  a  welcome  place  : 

2  I,  that  am  all  defiled  with  sin, 

A  rebel  to  my  God  ; 
I,  that  have  crucified  His  Son, 
And  trampled  on  His  blood. 

3  What  strange  surprising  grace  is  this, 

That  such  a  soul  has  room  ! 
My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  hand, 
My  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

4  Eat,  O  my  friends,  the  Saviour  cries, 

The  feast  was  made  for  you : 
For  you  I  groaned,  and  bled,  and  died, 
And  rose,  and  triumphed  too. 

650 

1  Jesus,  at  whose  supreme  command, 
We  now  approach  to  God, 
Before  us  in  Thy  vesture  stand, 
Thy  vesture  dipped  in  blood. 

.2  Obedient  to  Thy  gracious  word, 
We  break  the  hallowed  bread, 
Commemorate  our  dying  Lord, 
And  trust  on  Thee  to  feed. 

3  The  cup  of  blessing,  blest  by  Thee, 
Let  it  Thy  blood  impart ; 
The  bread  Thy  mystic  body  be, 
And  cheer  each  languid  heart. 


4  Now,  Saviour,  now  Thyself  reveal, 
And  make  Thy  nature  known  ; 
Affix  Thy  blessed  Spirit's  seal, 
And  stamp  us  for  Thine  own. 

651 

1  Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  view  Thy  cross, 

Who  all  our  griefs  hast  borne  : 
To  look  on  Thee  whom  we  have  pierced, 
To  look  on  Thee,  and  mourn. 

2  While  thus  we  mourn  we  would  rejoice, 

And  as  Thy  cross  we  see, 
Let  each  exclaim  in  faith  and  hope, 
The  Saviour  died  for  me  ! 

652 

1  With  humble  faith,  and  thankful  heart, 

Lord,  I  accept  Thy  love  : 
'Tis  a  rich  banquet  I  have  had, 
What  will  it  be  above  ! 

2  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaven, 

Join  all  your  praising  powers  ; 
No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love, 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 

3  Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lord, 

I'd  give  them  all  to  Thee; 
Had  I  ten  thousand  tongues,  they  all 
Should  join  the  harmony. 

DOXOLOGY. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 


THE    LORD'S  SUPPER. 


281 


HADDAM.     H.  M. 




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653 

1  Ye  sin-sick  souls,  draw  near 

And  banquet  with  your  King  ; 
His  royal  bounty  share, 
And  loud  hosannas  sing : 
Here  mercy  reigns,  here  peace  abounds, 
Here's   blood   to   heal   your  dreadful 
wounds. 

2  Oh  wondrous  love  and  grace ! 

Did  Jesus  die  for  me  ? 
Were  all  my  numerous  debts 

Discharged  on  Calvary  ? 
Yes,  Jesus  died,  the  work  is  done ; 
He  did  for  all  my  sins  atone. 

3  On  earth  I  '11  sing  His  love, 

In  heaven  I  too  shall  join 
The  ransomed  of  the  Lord, 

In  accents  all  divine ; 
And  see  my  Saviour  face  to  face, 
And  ever  dwell  in  His  embrace. 


654 

1  Author  of  life  divine, 

Who  hast  a  table  spread, 
Furnished  with  mystic  Wine 

And  everlasting  Bread : 
Preserve  the  life  Thyself  hast  given, 
And  feed  and  train  us  up  for  heaven! 

2  Our  needy  souls  sustain 

With  fresh  supplies  of  love, 
Till  all  Thy  life  we  gain, 

And  all  Thy  fulness  prove ; 
And  strengthened  by  Thy  perfect  grace, 
Behold,  without  a  veil,  Thy  face. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit  ever  blest, 
Eternal  Three  in  One, 

All  worship  be  addressed  : 
As  heretofore  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  so,  for  evermore ! 


» 


282 


THE    LORD'S  SUPPER. 


SACRAMENT.  9,8,9,8. 


BRISTOL 


Bread  of  the  world  in  mercy  broken, 

Wine  of  the  soul  in  mercy  shed, 
By  Whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 

And  in  Whose  death  our  sins  are  dead : 
Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken, 
Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed, 
And  be  Thy  feast  to  us  the  token 
That  by  Thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 
&.  6s. 


656 

i  Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love 

We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find  : 
Think  on  us,  who  think  on  Thee ; 

Every  struggling  soul  release  ; 
Oh,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 


Let  Thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 

The  sinner's  pardon  seal ; 
Speak  us  freely  justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal ; 
By  Thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease ; 
Oh,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 


THE    LORD'S  SUPPER. 


283 


BENTLEY.     7s  &  6s. 


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657 


O  Bread  to  pilgrims  given, 

O  Food  that  angels  eat, 
O  Manna  sent  from  heaven, 

For  heaven-born  natures  meet ! 
Give  us,  for  Thee  long  pining, 

To  eat  till  richly  filled  ; 
Till,  earth's  delights  resigning, 

Our  every  wish  is  stilled  ! 

O  Water,  life  bestowing, 

From  out  the  Saviour's  heart, 
A  fountain  purely  flowing, 

A  fount  of  love  Thou  art ! 
Oh  let  us,  freely  tasting, 

Our  burning  thirst  assuage  ! 
Thy  sweetness,  never  wasting, 

Avails  from  age  to  age. 

Jesus,  this  feast  receiving, 

We  Thee  unseen  adore ; 
Thy  faithful  word  believing, 

We  take,  and  doubt  no  more : 
Give  us,  Thou  true  and  loving, 

On  earth  to  live  in  Thee  ; 
Then,  death  the  veil  removing, 

Thy  glorious  face  to  see ! 


4  1- 


mm 


658 


Lord  Jesus,  by  Thy  Passion, 

To  Thee  I  make  my  prayer  ; 
Thou  who  in  mercy  smitest, 

Have  mercy,  Lord,  and  spare : 
O  wash  me  in  the  fountain 

That  floweth  from  Thy  side ; 
O  clothe  me  in  the  raiment 

Thy  Blood  hath  purified. 

O  hold  Thou  up  my  goings, 

And  lead  from  strength  to  strength, 
That  unto  Thee  in  Zion 

I  may  appear  at  length : 
O  make  my  spirit  worthy 

To  join  that  ransomed  throng ; 
O  teach  my  lips  to  utter 

That  everlasting  song. 

0  give  that  last,  best  blessing 
That  even  saints  can  know, 

To  follow  in  Thy  footsteps 

Wherever  Thou  dost  go. 
Not  wisdom,  might,  or  glory, 

I  ask  to  win  above ; 

1  ask  for  Thee,  Thee  only, 
O  Thou  Eternal  Love  ! 


284 


THE    LORD'S  SUPPER. 


WILMOT.  7s. 


 :S-—   ^ 


659 


1  Bread  of  heaven,  on  Thee  we  feed, 
For  Thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed  ; 
Ever  let  our  souls  be  fed 

With  this  true  and  living  Bread ! 

2  Vine  of  heaven,  Thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  ; 

Lord,  Thy  wounds  our  healing  give, 
To  Thy  cross  we  look  and  live. 

3  Day  by  day,  with  strength  supplied 
Through  the  life  of  Him  who  died, 
Lord  of  life,  oh,  let  us  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  in  Thee ! 

660 

1  Jesus,  once  for  sinners  slain, 
From  the  dead  was  raised  again, 
And  in  heaven  is  now  set  down 
With  his  Father  on  His  throne. 

2  There  He  reigns  a  King  supreme, 
We  shall  also  reign  with  Him ; 
Feeble  souls,  be  not  dismayed, 
Trust  in  His  almighty  aid. 

3  He  has  made  an  end  of  sin, 

And  His  blood  hath  washed  us  clean 

Fear  not,  He  is  ever  near, 

Now,  even  now,  He's  with  us  here. 

4  Thus  assembling,  we,  by  faith, 

Till  He  come  show  forth  His  death  ; 
Of  His  body  bread's  the  sign, 
And  we  view  His  blood  in  wine. 


5  Saints  on  earth  with  saints  above 
Celebrate  His  dying  love  ; 
And  let  every  ransomed  soul 
Sound  his  praise  from  pole  to  pole. 

661 

1  At  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing 
Praise  to  our  victorious  King, 
Who  hath  washed  us  in  that  tide 
Flowing  from  His  pierced  side. 

2  Praise  we  Him,  whose  love  Divine 
Gives  His  sacred  Blood  for  wine, 
Gives  His  Body  for  the  feast, 
Christ  the  Victim,  Christ  the  Priest. 

3  Where  the  Paschal  blood  is  poured 
Death's  dark  angel  sheathes  his  sword; 
Israel's  hosts  triumphant  go 
Through  the  wave  that  drowns  the  foe. 

4  Praise  we  Christ   whose  blood  was 

shed, 

Paschal  Victim,  Paschal  Bread  ; 
With  sincerity  and  love, 
Eat  we  manna  from  above. 

5  Mighty  Victim  from  the  sky, 

Hell's  fierce  powers  beneath  Thee  lie  ; 
Thou  hast  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Thou  hast  brought  us  life  and  light. 

6  Hymns  of  glory  and  of  praise, 
Risen  Lord,  to  Thee  we  raise ; 
Holy  Father,  praise  to  Thee, 
With  the  Spirit,  ever  be  ! 


THE    LORD'S  SUPPER. 


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662 

1  Many  centuries  have  fled 

Since  our  Saviour  broke  the  bread, 
And  this  sacred  feast  ordained, 
Ever  by  His  church  retained : 
Those  His  body  who  discern, 
Thus  shall  meet  till  His  return. 

2  Through  the  churches'  long  eclipse, 
When  from  priest  or  pastor's  lips 
Truth  divine  was  never  heard, 
'Mid  the  famine  of  the  word, 

Still  these  symbols  witness  gave 
To  His  love  who  died  to  save. 

3  All  who  bear  the  Saviour's  name, 
Here  their  common  faith  proclaim  ; 
Though  diverse  in  tongue  or  rite, 
Here,  one  body  we  unite, 
Breaking  thus  one  mystic  bread, 
Members  of  one  common  Head. 

4  Come,  the  blessed  emblems  share 
Which  the  Saviour's  death  declare  ; 
Come,  on  Truth  Immortal  feed, 
For  His  flesh  is  meat  indeed  :  • 
Saviour,  witness  with  the  sign, 
That  our  ransomed  souls  are  Thine ! 

663 

1  Lo,  before  our  longing  eyes 
Bread  of  Angels  from  the  skies, 
To  the  fathers  signified 
By  the  manna  heaven-supplied. 


2  Jesus,  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Thou  Thy  flock  in  safety  keep ! 
Living  Bread,  Thy  life  supply, 
Strengthen  us,  or  else  we  die  ! 

3  Thou  who  feedest  us  below, 
Source  of  all  we  have  or  know, 
Bring  us  to  the  feast  of  love, 
With  Thy  saints  and  Thee  above ! 

66+ 

1  Thine  forever  !  God  of  love, 
Hear  us  from  Thy  throne  above  ; 
Thine  forever  may  we  be, 
Here  and  in  eternity. 

2  Thine  forever  !  Lord  of  life, 
Shield  us  through  the  earthly  strife ; 
Thou,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
Guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

3  Thine  forever  !  oh,  how  blest 
They  who  find  in  Thee  their  rest ; 
Saviour,  Guardian,  heavenly  Friend, 
Oh,  defend  us  to  the  end. 

4  Thine  forever  !  Saviour  keep 

These  Thy  frail  and  trembling  sheep  ; 
Safe  alone  beneath  Thy  care, 
Let  us  all  Thy  goodness  share. 

5  Thine  forever !  Thou  our  Guide, 
All  our  wants  by  Thee  supplied, 
All  our  sins  by  Thee  forgiven, 
Lead  us,  Lord,  from  earth  to  heaven. 


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665 

1  Jesus  spreads  His  banner  o'er  us, 

Cheers  our  famished  souls  with  food, 
He  the  banquet  spreads  before  us 

Of  His  mystic  flesh  and  blood  : 
Precious  banquet !  bread  of  heaven  ! 

Wine  of  gladness,  flowing  free ! 
May  we  taste  it,  kindly  given, 

In  remembrance,  Lord,  of  Thee. 

2  In  Thy  holy  incarnation 

When  the  angels  sang  Thy  birth, 
In  Thy  fasting  and  temptation, 

In  Thy  labors  on  the  earth, 
In  Thy  trial  and  rejection, 

In  Thy  suffering  on  the  tree, 
In  Thy  glorious  resurrection, 

May  we,  Lord,  remember  Thee. 


666 

1  Was  there  ever  kinder  shepherd, 

Half  so  gentle,  half  so  sweet, 
As  the  Saviour,  who  would  have  us 

Come  and  gather  round  His  feet  ? 
There  is  welcome  for  the  sinner, 

And  more  graces  for  the  good  ; 
There  is  mercy  with  the  Saviour, 

There  is  healing  in  His  blood. 

2  There  is  plentiful  redemption 

In  the  blood  that  has  been  shed  ; 
There  is  joy  for  all  the  members 

In  the  sorrows  of  the  Head. 
Pining  souls,  come  nearer  Jesus  ! 

And  oh  come  not  doubting  thus, 
But  with  faith  that  trusts  more  bravely 

His  huge  tenderness  for  us. 


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287 


DUKE  STREET.     L  M. 


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667 


t  At  Thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord, 

Here  we  attend  Thy  dying  feast ; 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  Thy  board, 
And  Thine  own  flesh  feeds  every  guest. 

2  Our  faith  adores  Thy  bleeding  love, 
And  trusts  for  life  in  One  that  died ; 
We  hope  for  heavenly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame, 
And  fling  their  scandals  on  Thy  cause : 
We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  Name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  His  cross. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 
He  that  was  dead  has  left  His  tomb  ; 
He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  He  come. 

668 

1  My  God,  and  is  Thy  table  spread, 
And  doth  Thy  cup  with  love  o'erflow ! 
Thither  be  all  Thy  children  led, 

And  let  them  all  Thy  sweetness  know. 

2  Hail,  sacred  feast,  which  Jesus  makes, 
Rich  banquet  of  His  Flesh  and  Blood  ! 
Thrice  happy  he  who  here  partakes 
That  sacred  stream,  that  heavenly  food. 

3  Why  are  its  dainties  all  in  vain 
Before  unwilling  hearts  displayed  ? 
Was  not  for  them  the  Victim  slain  ? 
Are  they  forbid  the  children's  bread  ? 


4  Oh  let  Thy  table  honored  be, 

And  furnished  well  with  joyful  guests  ; 
And  may  each  soul  salvation  see, 
That  here  its  sacred  pledges  tastes. 

669  Psalm  23. 

1  The  Lord  Himself  doth  condescend 
To  be  my  Shepherd  and  my  Friend  ; 
I  on  His  faithfulness  rely, 

His  care  shall  all  my  wants  supply. 

2  In  pastures  green  He  doth  me  lead, 
And  there  in  safety  makes  me  feed : 
Refreshing  streams  are  ever  nigh, 
My  thirsty  soul  to  satisfy. 

3  When  strayed,  or  languid,  I  complain, 
His  grace  revives  my  soul  again : 
For  His  Name's  sake  in  ways  upright 
He  makes  me  walk  with  great  delight. 

4  Yea,  when  death's  gloomy  vale  I  tread, 
With  joy,  e'en  there,  I'll  lift  my  head  ; 
From  fear  and  dread  He'll  keep  me  free; 
His  rod  and  staff  shall  comfort  me. 

5  Thou  spread'st  a  table,  Lord,  for  me, 
While  foes  with  spite  Thy  goodness  see ; 
Thou  dost  my  head  with  oil  anoint, 
And  a  full  cup  for  me  appoint. 

6  Goodness  and  mercy  shall  to  me, 
Through  all  my  life  extended  be  ; 
And  when  my  pilgrimage  is  o'er, 
I'll  dwell  with  Thee  for  evermore. 


288 


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1  Blest  feast  of  love  divine  ! 

'Tis  grace  that  makes  us  free 
To  feed  upon  this  bread  and  wine, 
In  memory,  Lord,  of  Thee  ! 

2  That  blood  which  flowed  for  sin, 

In  symbol  here  we  see, 
And  feel  the  blessed  pledge  within, 
That  we  are  loved  of  Thee. 

3  Oh,  if  this  glimpse  of  love 

Be  so  divinely  sweet, 
What  will  it  be,  O  Lord,  above, 
Thy  gladdening  smile  to  meet ! 

4  To  see  Thee  face  to  face, 

Thy  perfect  likeness  wear, 
And  all  Thy  ways  of  wondrous  grace 
Through  endless  years  declare  ! 

67I 

1  Jesus  invites  His  saints 

To  meet  around  His  board  ; 
Here  pardoned  rebels  sit  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  This  holy  bread  and  wine 

Maintain  our  fainting  breath, 
By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  interest  in  His  death. 

3  Our  heavenly  Father  calls 

Christ  and  his  members  one  ; 
We,  the  young  children  of  His  love, 
And  He,  the  First-born  Son. 


4  Let  all  our  powers  be  joined 
His  glorious  Name  to  raise  ; 
Pleasure  and  love  fill  every  mind, 
And  every  voice  be  praise. 

672 

1  Jesus,  we  thus  obey 

Thy  last  and  kindest  word, 
And  in  Thine  own  appointed  way 
We  come  to  meet  Thee,  Lord. 

2  Thus  we  remember  Thee, 

And  take  this  bread  and  wine 
As  Thine  own  dying  legacy, 
And  our  redemption's  sign. 

3  Thy  presence  makes  the  feast ; 

Now  let  our  spirits  feel 
The  glory  not  to  be  expressed, 
The  joy  unspeakable. 

4  With  high  and  heavenly  bliss 

Thou  dost  our  spirits  cheer ; 
Thy  house  of  banqueting  is  this, 
And  Thou  hast  brought  us  here. 

5  Now  let  our  souls  be  fed 

With  manna  from  above, 
And  over  us  Thy  banner  spread 
Of  everlasting  love. 

DOXOLOGY. 
To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  remain 

Through  all  eternity ! 


THE    LORD'S  SUPPER. 


289 


BATTISHILL.     S.  M, 


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673 

1  A  parting  hymn  we  sing 

Around  Thy  table,  Lord  ; 
Again  our  grateful  tribute  bring, 
Our  solemn  vows  record. 

2  Here  have  we  seen  Thy  face, 

And  felt  Thy  presence  here  ; 
So  may  the  savor  of  Thy  grace 
In  word  and  life  appear. 

3  The  purchase  of  Thy  blood, 

By  sin  no  longer  led, 
The  path  our  dear  Redeemer  trod, 
May  we  rejoicing  tread. 

4  In  self-forgetting  love 

Be  our  communion  shown, 
Until  we  join  the  church  above, 
And  know  as  we  are  known. 

674 

1  Lord,  at  this  closing  hour 

Establish  every  heart 
Upon  Thy  word  of  truth  and  power, 
To  keep  us  when  we  part. 

2  Peace  to  our  brethren  give  ; 

Fill  all  our  hearts  with  love ; 
In  faith  and  patience  may  we  live, 
And  seek  our  rest  above. 

(y*J  ^  Psalm  67. 

i  To  bless  Thy  chosen  race, 
In  mercy,  Lord,  incline  ; 
And  cause  the  brightness  of  Thy  face 
On  all  Thy  saints  to  shine : 


2  That  so  Thy  wondrous  way 

May  through  the  world  be  known  ; 
While  distant  lands  their  tribute  pay, 
And  Thy  salvation  own. 

3  Oh  let  them  shout  and  sing 

With  joy  and  pious  mirth  ; 
For  Thou,the  righteous  Judge  and  King, 
Shalt  govern  all  the  earth. 

4  Let  differing  nations  join 

To  celebrate  Thy  fame  ; 
Let  all  the  world,  O  Lord,  combine 
To  praise  Thy  glorious  name. 

676 

1  To  God  the  only  wise, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies, 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  His  almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  His  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls, 

Unblemished  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  His  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  To  our  Redeemer — God 

Wisdom  and  power  belong, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  song. 


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677 

1  How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 

When  those  who  love  the  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfil  his  word  : 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart : 

3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love  ! 

4  Let  love  in  one  delightful  stream 

Through  every  bosom  flow, 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

678 

1  Our  souls  by  love  together  knit, 

Cemented,  mixed  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one 
voice, 

Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  Our  hearts  have  often  burned  within, 

And  glowed  with  sacred  fire, 
While  Jesus  spoke,and  fed,and  blessed, 
And  filled  the  enlarged  desire. 


3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain  ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows  ! 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood ; 
Oh  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
'Till  all  proclaim  Thee,  God  ! 

5  And  when  Thou  mak'st  Thy  jewels  up, 

And  sett'st  Thy  starry  crown  • 
When  all  Thy  sparkling  gems  shall 
shine, 

Proclaimed  by  Thee  Thine  own  : 

6  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

We,  sinners-  saved  by  grace, 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed, 
Behold  Thee  face  to  face  ! 

679 

1  Blest  be  the  dear,  uniting  love 

That  will  not  let  us  part ! 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 
We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

2  Joined  in  one  Spirit  to  our  Head, 

Where  He  appoints  we  go ; 
We  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread, 
And  show  His  praise  below. 

3  Oh  may  we  ever  walk  in  Him, 

And  nothing  know  beside  ! 
Nothing  desire,  nothing  esteem, 
But  Jesus  crucified ! 


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1  Come  in,  Thou  blessed  of  our  God, 
In  Jesus'  name  we  bid  thee  come  ; 
No  more  thy  feet  shall  roam  abroad ; 
Henceforth  a  brother,  welcome  home. 

2  Those  joys  which  earth  cannot  afford, 
We'll  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove, 
Joined  in  one  Spirit  to  our  Lord, 
Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

3  And  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears, 
We'll  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known ; 
We'll  share  each  other's  hopes  and 

fears, 

And  count  our  brother's  cares  our  own. 

4  Once  more  our  welcome  we  repeat ; 
Receive  assurance  of  our  love  ; 

Oh  may  we  all  together  meet 
Around  the  throne  of  God  above  ! 

68 1 

1  How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 
In  union  sweet  according  minds  ; 
How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run 
Whose  hearts,  whose  faith,  whose  hopes 

are  one ! 

2  To  each  the  soul  of  each  how  dear  I 
What  jealous  love,  what  holy  fear ! 
How  doth  the  generous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth  and  cleanse  from  sin ! 

3  Their  streaming  tears  together  flow 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  woe  ; 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 


4  Together  oft  they  seek  the  place 
Where  God  reveals  His  awful  face ; 
How  high,  how  strong,  their  raptures 

swell, 

There's  none  but  kindred  souls  can  tell. 

5  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire 
When  nature  droops  her  sickening  fire ; 
Then  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above, 
A  heaven  of  joy,  a  heaven  of  love. 

682 

1  O  Lord,  how  joyful  'tis  to  see 
The  brethren  join  in  love  to  Thee  ! 
On  Thee  alone  their  heart  relies ; 
Their  only  strength  Thy  grace  supplies. 

2  How  sweet,  within  Thy  holy  place, 
With  one  accord  to  sing  Thy  grace, 
Besieging  Thine  attentive  ear 
With  all  the  force  of  fervent  prayer. 

3  Oh  may  we  love  the  house  of  God, 
Of  peace  and  joy  the  blest  abode  ; 
Oh  may  no  angry  strife  destroy 
That  sacred  peace,  that  holy  joy. 

4  The  world  without  may  rage,  but  we 
Will  only  cling  more  close  to  Thee, 
With  hearts  to  Thee  more  wholly  given, 
More  weaned  from  earth,  more  fixed 

on  Heaven. 

5  Lord,  shower  upon  us  from  above 
The  sacred  gift  of  mutual  love  ; 
Each  other's  wants  may  we  supply, 
And  reign  together  in  the  sky. 


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OLMUTZ.     S.  M. 


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1  Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  : 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

5  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 
Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free, 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

684 

1  For  all  Thy  saints,  O  Lord, 
Who  strove  in  Thee  to  live, 
Who  followed  Thee,  obeyed,  adored, 
Our  grateful  hymn  receive. 


2  For  all  Thy  saints,  O  Lord, 

Accept  our  thankful  cry, 
Who  counted  Thee  their  great  reward, 
And  strove  in  Thee  to  die. 

3  They  all,  in  life  or  death, 

With  Thee,  their  Lord,  in  view, 
Learned  from  Thy  Holy  Spirit's  breath 
To  suffer  and  to  do. 

4  For  this,  Thy  name  we  bless, 

And  humbly  pray  that  we 
May  follow  them  in  holiness, 
And  live  and  die  in  Thee. 

685 

1  Oh  what,  if  we  are  Christ's, 

Is  earthly  shame  or  loss  ? 
Bright  shall  the  crown  of  glory  be, 
When  we  have  borne  the  cross. 

2  Keen  was  the  trial  once, 

Bitter  the  cup  of  woe, 
When  martyred  saints,   baptized  in 
blood, 

Christ's  sufferings  shared  below. 

3  Bright  is  their  glory  now, 

Boundless  their  joy  above, 
Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  in  perfect  love. 

4  Lord,  may  that  grace  be  ours, 

Like  them  in  faith  to  bear 
All  that  of  sorrow,  grief,  or  pain 
May  be  our  portion  here  ! 


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1  Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above 

That  have  obtained  the  prize ; 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 
To  joys  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone  ; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 
In  heaven  and  earth,  are  one. 

3  One  family,  we  dwell  in  Him, 

One  church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  His  command  we  bow  ; 
Part  of  His  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 

This  solemn  moment  -fly ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  we  expect  to  die. 

6  His  militant,  embodied  host, 

With  wishful  looks  we  stand, 
And  long  to  see  that  happy  coast, 
And  reach  the  heavenly  land. 

687 

1  Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 
Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 


2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 
They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  sins  and  doubts  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them,  whence  their  victory  came; 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  His  death. 

4  They  marke5  the  footsteps  He  had  trod; 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast ; 
And, following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 

For  His  own  pattern  given, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 

688 

1  Glory  to  God  !  whose  witness-train, 

Those  heroes  bold  in  faith, 
Could  smile  on  poverty  and  pain, 
And  triumph  e'en  in  death. 

2  God  whom  we  serve,  our  God,  can  save, 

Can  damp  the  scorching  flame, 
Can  build  an  ark,  can  smooth  the  wave, 
For  such  as  love  His  name. 

3  Lord,  if  Thine  arm  support  us  still 

With  its  eternal  strength, 
We  shall  o'ercome  the  mightiest  ill, 
And  conquerors  prove  at  length. 


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1  They  are  evermore  around  us, 

Though  unseen  to  mortal  sight, 
In  the  golden  hour  of  sunshine, 

And  in  sorrow's  starless  night, 
Deepening  earth's  most  sacred  pleas- 
ures 

With  the  peace  of  sin  forgiven, 
Whispering  to  the  lonely  mourner 
Of  the  painless  joys  of  heaven. 

2  Lovingly  they  come  to  help  us, 

When  our  faith  is  cold  and  weak, 
Guiding  us  along  the  pathway, 

To  the  blessed  home  we  seek : 
In  our  hearts  we  hear  their  voices 

Breathing  sympathy  and  love ; 
Echoes  of  the  spirit  language 

In  the  sinless  world  above. 


3  They  are  with  us  in  the  conflict, 

With  their  words  of  hope  and  cheer, 
When  the  foe  of  our  salvation 

And  his  armed  hosts  draw  near  : 
And  a  greater  One  is  with  us, 

And  we  shrink  not  from  the  strife, 
While  the  Lord  of  angels  leads  us 

On  the  battle-field  of  life. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  the  God  of  all  creation ; 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation, 

Priest  and  King  enthroned  above : 
Praise  the  Fountain  of  salvation, 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live ; 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give. 


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690 

1  "  Go,preachMy  gospel,"  saith the  Lord; 
"  Bid  the  whole  earth  My  grace  receive; 
He  shall  be  saved  that  trusts  My  word ; 
And  he  condemned  that  won't  believe. 

2  "I'll  make   your  great  commission 

known, 

And  ye  shall  prove  My  gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  "Teach  all  the  nations  My  commands  ; 
I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end  ; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  My  hands  ; 

I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

4  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  His 

head ; 

On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  He  rode  ; 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

I  Veni  Creator  Spiritus. 

1  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire, 
And  lighten  with  celestial  fire  ; 
Thou  the  Anointing  Spirit  art, 

Who  dost  Thy  seven-fold  gifts  impart. 

2  Thy  blessed  unction  from  above 
Is  comfort,  life,  and  fire  of  love  : 
Enable  with  perpetual  light 

The  dullness  of  our  blinded  sight. 


3  Anoint  and  cheer  our  soiled  face 
With  the  abundance  of  Thy  grace  ; 
Keep  far  our  foes  ;  give  peace  at  home; 
Where  Thou  art  Guide,  no  ill  can  come. 

4  Teach  us  to  know  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Thee  of  Both,  to  be  but  One  ; 
That,  through  the  ages  all  along, 
Thy  praise  may  be  our  endless  song. 

692 

1  Pour  out  Thy  Spirit  from  on  high  ; 
Lord,  Thine  ordained  servants  bless  ; 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply, 
And  clothe  them  all  with  righteousness. 

2  Within  Thy  temple,  as  they  stand 

To  teach  the  truth  as  taught  by  Thee, 
Saviour,  like  stars  in  Thy  right  hand 
Let  all  Thy  Church's  pastors  be. 

3  Wisdom  and  zeal  and  love  impart, 
Firmness  with  meekness  from  above, 
To  bear  Thy  people  in  their  heart, 
And  love  the  souls  whomThou  dost  love: 

4  To  love  and  pray,  and  never  faint, 

By  day  and  night  strict  guard  to  keep  ; 
To  warn  the  sinner,  cheer  the  saint, 
NourishThy  lambs,and  feed  Thy  sheep. 

5  Then,  when  their  work  is  finished  here, 
May  they  in  hope  their  charge  resign; 
When  the  Chief  Shepherd  shall  appear, 
May  they,  O  God,  in  glory  shine. 


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HURSLEY.     L.  M 


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693 

1  We  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 
Of  Jesus,  our  exalted  Head  ; 
Come  as  a  servant,  so  He  came, 
And  we  receive  thee  in  His  stead. 

2  Come  as  a  shepherd  ;  guard  and  keep 
This  fold  from  hell,  and  earth,  and  sin ; 
Nourish  the  lambs,  and  feed  the  sheep, 
The  wounded  heal,  the  lost  bring  in. 

3  Come  as  a  teacher  sent  from  God, 
Charged  His  whole  counsel  to  declare  ; 
Lift  o'er  our  ranks  the  prophet's  rod, 
While  we  uphold  thy  hands  with  prayer. 

4  Come  as  a  messenger  of  peace, 
Filled  with  the  Spirit,  fired  with  love ; 
Live  to  behold  our  large  increase, 
And  die  to  meet  us  all  above. 

694. 

1  O  Spirit  of  the  living  God, 
In  all  Thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race  ! 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire  and  hearts  of  love 
To  preach  the  reconciling  word  ; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Whene'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  Thy  coming,  light ; 
Confusion,  order  in  Thy  path ; 


Souls  without  strength  inspire  with 
might ; 

Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  O  Spirit  of  the  Lord,  prepare 

All  the  round  earth  her  God  to  meet ; 
Breathe  Thou  abroad  like  morning  air, 
Till  hearts  of  stone  begin  to  beat. 

5  Baptize  the  nations  far  and  nigh  ; 
The  triumphs  of  Thy  Cross  record ; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  every  kindred  call  Him  Lord. 

695 

1  O  Saviour,  is  Thy  promise  fled  ? 
Nor  longer  might  Thy  grace  endure 
To  heal  the  sick,  and  raise  the  dead, 
And  preach  the  Gospel  to  the  poor  ? 

2  Come,  Jesus,  come  !  return  again ; 
With  brighter  beam  Thy  servants  bless, 
Who  long  to  feel  Thy  perfect  reign, 
And  share  Thy  kingdom's  happiness ! 

3  Come,  Jesus,  come  !  and  as  of  yore 
The  prophet  went  to  clear  Thy  way, 
A  harbinger  Thy  feet  before, 

A  dawning  to  Thy  brighter  day  : 

4  So   now   may  grace,  with  heavenly 

shower, 

Our  stony  hearts  for  truth  prepare; 
Sow  in  our  souls  the  seed  of  power, 
Then  come  and  reap  Thy  harvest  there. 


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1  Gird  on  Thy  conquering  sword, 

Ascend  Thy  shining  car, 
And  march,  Almighty  Lord, 

To  wage  Thy  holy  war : 
Before  His  wheels,  in  glad  surprise, 
Ye  valleys,  rise,  and  sink,  ye  hills ! 

2  Before  Thine  awful  face 

Millions  of  foes  shall  fall, 
The  captives  of  Thy  grace, 

The  grace  that  conquers  all : 
The  world  shall  know,  great  King  of 
kings, 

What  wondrous  things  Thine  arm  can  do. 

3  Here  to  my  waiting  soul 

Bend  Thy  triumphant  way ; 
Here  every  fear  control, 

And  all  Thy  power  display : 
My  heart,  Thy  throne,  blest  Jesus,  see, 
Bows  low  to  Thee,  to  Thee  alone. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit  ever  blest, 
Eternal  Three  in  One, 

All  worship  be  addressed  : 
As  heretofore  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  so  for  evermore ! 


697 

1  Praise  to  the  Lord  on  high, 

Who  spreads  His  triumphs  wide ; 
While  Jesus'  fragrant  name 

Is  breathed  from  every  side : 
Balmy  and  rich  the  odors  rise, 
And  fill  the  earth  and  reach  the  skies. 

2  Ten  thousand  dying  souls 

Its  influence  feel,  and  live ; 
Sweeter  than  vital  air 

The  incense  they  receive : 
They  breathe  anew,  and  rise  and  sing" 
Jesus,    the    Lord,    their  conquering 
King. 

3  But  sinners  scorn  the  grace 

That  brings  salvation  nigh ; 
They  turn  their  face  away, 

And  faint,  and  fall,  and  die  : 
So  sad  a  doom,  ye  saints,  deplore ; 
For  oh,  they  fall  to  rise  no  more  ! 

4  Yet,  wise  and  mighty  God, 

Shall  all  Thy  servants  be, 
In  those  who  live  and  die, 

A  savor  sweet  to  Thee : 
Supremely  bright  Thy  grace  shall  shine, 
Guarded  with  flames  of  wrath  divine. 


298  THE    CHRISTIAN  MINISTRY. 

NEBO.     S.  M. 


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698 


1  How  beauteous  are  their  feet 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ! 
"  Zion,  behold  Thy  Saviour  King ; 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  His  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ! 


699 


1  O  God  of  sovereign  grace, 

We  bow  before  Thy  throne, 
And  plead,  for  all  the  human  race, 
The  merits  of  Thy  Son. 

2  Spread  through  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

The  knowledge  of  Thy  ways  ; 
And  let  all  lands  with  joy  record 
The  great  Redeemer's  praise. 

7OO 

1  Come,  kingdom  of  our  God, 

Sweet  reign  of  light  and  love  ! 
Shed  peace,  and  hope,  and  joy  abroad, 
And  wisdom  from  above. 

2  Over  our  spirits  first 

Extend  thy  healing  reign  ; 
There  raise   and  quench  the  sacred 
thirst 

That  never  pains  again. 

3  Come,  kingdom  of  our  God, 

And  make  the  broad  earth  thine  ; 
Stretch  o'er  her  lands  and  isles  the  rod 
That  flowers  with  grace  divine. 

4  Soon  may  all  tribes  be  blest 

With  fruit  from  life's  glad  tree ; 
And  in  its  shade  like  brothers  rest, 
Sons  of  one  family. 


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1  Ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Each  in  his  office  wait, 
Observant  of  His  heavenly  word, 
And  watchful  at  His  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 
Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  His  sight, 
For  awful  is  His  name. 

3  Watch  !  't  is  your  Lord's  command  j 

And  while  we  speak  He's  near ; 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  His  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  Oh  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found  I 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

702 

1  Now  living  waters  flow 

To  cheer  the  humble  soul ; 
From  sea  to  sea  those  waters  go, 
And  spread  from  pole  to  pole. 

2  Now  righteousness  shall  spring, 

And  grow  on  earth  again ; 
Jehovah-Jesus  be  our  King, 
And  o'er  the  nations  reign ! 

3  Jesus  shall  rule  alone, 

The  world  shall  hear  His  word ; 
By  one  blest  name  shall  He  be  known, 
The  universal  Lord. 


7O3  Psalm  126. 

1  The  harvest  dawn  is  near, 

The  year  delays  not  long ; 
And  he  who  sows  with  many  a  tear, 
Shall  reap  with  many  a  song. 

2  Sad  to  his  toil  he  goes, 

His  seed  with  weeping  leaves  ; 
But  he  shall  come  at  twilight's  close, 
And  bring  his  golden  sheaves. 

7  C>4-  Psalm  45. 

1  Thy  God,  my  Saviour-King, 

Hath  without  measure  shed 
His  Spirit  like  a  joyful  oil, 
To  anoint  Thy  sacred  head. 

2  Behold,  at  Thy  right  hand 

The  Gentile  church  is  seen, 
Like  a  fair  bride  in  rich  attire, 
And  princes  guard  the  queen. 

3  Fair  bride,  receive  His  love  ; 

Forget  thy  father's  house ; 
Forsake  thy  gods,  thine  idol-gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 

4  Oh  let  thy  God  and  King 

Thy  sweetest  thoughts  employ ! 
Thy  children  shall  His  honors  sing 
In  palaces  of  joy. 

DOXOLOGY. 
Praise  to  the  Father  be  ; 

Praise  to  His  Only  Son ; 
Praise  to  the  blessed  Paraclete, 

While  endless  ages  run. 


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1  Lord,  Thou  hast  taught  our  hearts  to 

glow 

With  love's  undying  flame  ; 
But  more  of  Thee  we  long  to  know, 
And  more  would  love  Thy  name. 

Chorus. 
All  Thy  dear  will  would  we  fulfil, 

Till  life's  last  toil  is  o'er ; 
And  when  we  rise  beyond  the  skies, 

We'll  serve  Thee  evermore. 

2  Thy  life,  Thy  death,  inspire  our  song, 

Thy  Spirit  breathes  through  all ; 
And  here  our  feet  would  linger  long, 

But  we  obey  Thy  call. 
Chorus. — All  Thy  dear  will,  etc. 

3  Thou  bid'st  us  go,  with  Thee  to  stand 

Against  hell's  marshalled  powers  ; 


And  heart  to  heart,  and  hand  to  hand, 

To  make  Thine  honor  ours. 
Chorus. — All  Thy  dear  will,  etc. 

4  With  Thine  own  pity,  Saviour,  see 

The  thronged  and  darkening  way ! 
We  go  to  win  the  lost  to  Thee, 

Oh  help  us,  Lord,  we  pray  ! 
Chorus.— All  Thy  dear  will,  etc. 

5  Teach  Thou  our  lips  of  Thee  to  speak, 

Of  Thy  sweet  love  to  tell ; 
Till  they  who  wander  far  shall  seek 

And  find  and  serve  Thee  well. 
Chorus. — All  Thy  dear  will,  etc. 

6  O'er  all  the  world  Thy  Spirit  send, 

And  make  Thy  goodness  known, 
Till  earth  and  heaven  together  blend 

Their  praises  at  Thy  throne. 
Chorus,— All  Thy  dear  will,  etc. 


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1  Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 

And  take  the  alarm  they  give ; 
Now  let  them,  from  the  mouth  of  God, 
Their  awful  charge  receive. 

2  'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor's  care  demands, 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
It  filled  a  Saviour's  hands. 

3  They  watch  for  souls  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego  • 
For  souls  which  must  forever  live 
In  raptures  or  in  woe. 

4  May  they  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach, 

Their  own  Redeemer  see  ; 
And  watch  Thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  for  Thee. 

707 

1  Church  of  the  ever-living  God, 

The  Father's  gracious  choice, 
Amid  the  voices  of  this  earth, 
How  feeble  is  thy  voice  ! 

2  A  little  flock  ! — so  calls  He  thee 

Who  bought  thee  with  His  blood ; 
A  little  flock,  disowned  of  men, 
But  owned  and  loved  of  God. 

3  But  the  Chief   Shepherd  comes  at 

length ; 
Their  feeble  days  are  o'er, 
No  more  a  handful  in  the  earth, 
A  little  flock  no  more. 


4  No  more  a  lily  among  thorns, 

Weary  and  faint  and  few  ; 
But  countless  as  the  stars  of  heaven, 
Or  as  the  early  dew. 

5  Then  entering  the  eternal  halls, 

In  robes  of  victory, 
That  mighty  multitude  shall  keep 
The  joyous  jubilee. 

6  Unfading  palms  they  bear  aloft, 

Unfaltering  songs  they  sing, 
Unending  festival  they  keep, 
In  presence  of  the  King. 

708 

1  We  thank  Thee,  Lord,  for  sending  here 

The  publishers  of  peace  : 
Speak  by  them  now,  and  everywhere 
By  them  declare  Thy  grace. 

2  So  when  the  harvest-day  shall  come, 

Sowers,  and  reapers  too, 
Shall,  shouting,  enter  endless  Home, 
And  Thee  eternal  view. 

3  That  happy  morning  we  desire — 

Oh  let  it  hasten  on  ! — 
When  all  shall  join  the  angelic  choir 
In  singing  round  Thy  throne. 

4  The  pastors  and  the  people  there 

Shall  Thee  in  glory  see ; 
Shall  keep  the  long  Sabbatic  year, 
The  feast  of  Jubilee. 


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1  On  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion,  long  in  hostile  lands : 

Mourning  captive ! 
God  Himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  ? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  ? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning ; 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee ; 

He  Himself  appears  thy  Friend ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end  : 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 

4  Enemies  no  more  shall  trouble  ; 

All  thy  wrongs  shall  be  redrest ; 
For  thy  shame  thou  shalt  have  double, 
In  thy  Maker's  favor  blest ; 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest ! 


7IO 

1  O'er  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness 

Let  the  eye  of  pity  gaze ; 
See  the  kindreds  of  the  people 
Lost  in  sin's  bewildering  maze ; 

Darkness  brooding, 
On  the  face  of  all  the  earth. 

2  Light  of  them  who  sit  in  darkness, 

Rise  and  shine,  Thy  blessings  bring  ; 
Light  to  lighten  all  the  Gentiles, 
Rise  with  healing  in  Thy  wing  : 

To  Thy  brightness 
Let  all  kings  and  nations  come. 

3  May  the  heathen,  now  adoring 

Idol-gods  of  wood  and  stone, 
Come,  and  worshipping  before  Him, 
Serve  the  living  God  alone  : 

Let  Thy  glory 
Fill  the  earth  as  floods  the  sea. 

4  Thou,  to  whom  all  power  is  given, 

Speak  the  word  !  at  Thy  command 
Let  the  company  of  preachers 

Spread  Thy  name  from  land  to  land : 

Lord,  be  with  them 
Alway  till  the  end  of  time. 


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1  Thou,  whose  almighty  Word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight, 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray ; 
And  where  the  gospel  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

Let  there  be  light ! 

2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring 
On  Thy  redeeming  wing 

Healing  and  sight, — 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind, — 
Oh,  now  to  all  mankind 

Let  there  be  light ! 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  Holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  Thy  flight : 
Move  on  the  waters'  face, 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

Let  there  be  light ! 

4  Blessed  and  Holy  Three, 
Glorious  Trinity, 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might ! 


Boundless  as  ocean's  tide, 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride, 
Through  the  earth,  far  and  wide, 
Let  there  be  light ! 

Psalm  150. 

1  Praise  ye  Jehovah's  name, 
Praise  through  His  courts  proclaim, 

Rise  and  adore  : 
High  o'er  the  heavens  above, 
Sound  His  great  acts  of  love, 
While  His  rich  grace  we  prove, 

Vast  as  His  power. 

2  Now  let  the  trumpet  raise 
Sounds  of  triumphant  praise, 

Wide  as  His  fame : 
There  let  the  harp  be  found  ; 
Organs,  with  solemn  sound, 
Roll  your  deep  notes  around, 

Filled  with  His  name. 

3  While  His  high  praise  ye  sing, 
Shake  every  sounding  string  • 

Sweet  the  accord ! 
He  vital  breath  bestows  ; 
Let  every  breath  that  flows 
His  noblest  fame  disclose  : 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  ! 


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1  When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along! 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  Him  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 

In  righteousness  to  reign  ! 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly ; 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply  : 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
All,  hallelujah  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound. 


714.  Psalm  I4- 

1  Oh  that  the  Lord's  salvation 

Were  out  of  Zion  come, 
To  heal  His  ancient  nation, 

To  lead  His  outcasts  home  ! 
How  long  the  holy  city 

Shall  heathen  feet  profane ! 
Return,  O  Lord,  in  pity, 

Rebuild  her  walls  again. 

2  Let  fall  Thy  rod  of  terror, 

Thy  saving  grace  impart ; 
Roll  back  the  veil  of  error, 

Release  the  fettered  heart ; 
Let  Israel,  home  returning, 

Their  lost  Messiah  see  ; 
Give  oil  of  joy  for  mourning, 

And  bind  Thy  church  to  Thee. 


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1  Great  God,  whose  universal  sway 
The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  Thy  Son, 
Extend  His  power,  exalt  His  throne. 

2  Thy  sceptre  well  becomes  His  hands ; 
All  heaven  submits  to  His  commands ; 
His  justice  shall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 

So  shall  He  send  His  influence  down ; 
His  grace  on  fainting  souls  distils, 
Like  heavenly  dew  on  thirsty  hills. 

4  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  His  first  dawning  light, 
And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

5  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  His  days, 
Dressed  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise  ; 
Peace,  like  a  river  from  His  throne, 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

7l6  Psalm  72. 

1  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  • 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to 

shore, 

Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  Him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  His  head ; 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 


3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  His  love  with  sweetest  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  His  Name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  He  reigns ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  lose  his  chains, 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Where  He  displays  His  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no 

more  • 

In  Him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 
More  blessings  than  their  father  lost 

6  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen  I 

717 

1  Ye  Christian  heralds,  go,  proclaim' 
Salvation  through  Immanuel's  name  ;; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there.. 

2  He  '11  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  flaming  zeal  your  breasts  inspire,, 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease; 
And  hush  the  tempest  into  peace;. 

3  And  when  your  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no-  more 
Meet  with  the  blood-bought  throng,  to> 

fall, 

And  crown  our  Jesus, Lord  of  all"! 


306 


MISSIONS. 


MERTON.     C.  M. 


7l8 

1  O  city  of  the  Lord,  begin 

The  universal  song  ; 
And  let  the  scattered  villages 
The  joyful  notes  prolong. 

2  Let  Kedar's  wilderness  afar 

Lift  up  the  lonely  voice  ; 
And  let  the  tenants  of  the  rock, 
In  accents  rude,  rejoice. 

3  Oh,  from  the  streams  of  distant  lands 

To  our  Jehovah  sing ; 
.And  joyful  from  the  mountain-tops 
Shout  to  the  Lord,  the  King! 

4  Let  all  combined,  with  one  accord 

The  Saviour's  glories  raise, 
Till,  in  the  earth's  remotest  bounds, 
The  nations  sound  His  praise. 

719 

1  Behold,  the  Mountain  of  the  Lord 

In  latter  days  shall  rise 
On  mountain  tops,  above  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues  shall  flow ; 
Up  to  the  hill  of  God,  they'll  say, 
And  to  His  house  we'll  go. 

3  The  beam  that  shines  from  Zion  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 


4  No  strife  shall  vex  Messiah's  reign, 

Or  mar  the  peaceful  years  ; 
To  ploughshares  men  shall  beat  their 
swords, 

To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 

5  No  longer  hosts  encountering  hosts 

Their  millions  slain  deplore  ; 
They  hang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall, 
And  study  war  no  more. 

6  Come,  then,  oh  come  from  every  land 

To  worship  at  His  shrine  • 
And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  beauties  shine. 

720 

1  Oh,  where  are  kings  and  empires  now 

Of  old  that  went  and  came  ? 
But,  Lord,  Thy  church  is  praying  yet, 
A  thousand  years  the  same. 

2  We  mark  her  goodly  battlements, 

And  her  foundations  strong  ; 
We  hear  within  the  solemn  voice 
Of  her  unending  song. 

3  For  not  like  kingdoms  of  the  world, 

Thy  holy  church,  O  God  ! 
Though  earthquake  shocks  are  threat- 
ening her, 
And  tempests  are  abroad  : 

4  Unshaken  as  eternal  hills, 

Immovable  she  stands, 
A  mountain  that  shall  fill  the  earth, 
A  house  not  made  by  hands. 


MISSIONS. 


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721 

1  Triumphant  Zion,  lift  thy  head 
From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead ; 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And  gird   thee   with  thy  Saviour's 

strength. 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thine  excellence  be  known : 
Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade 
And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread ; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  victory,  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4  God   from  on  high   has  heard  thy 

prayer ; 

His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair  ; 
Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

722 

1  Fling  out  the  banner  !  let  it  float 
Skyward  and  seaward,  high  and  wide ; 
The  sun  that  lights  its  shining  folds, 
The  Cross  on  which  the  Saviour  died. 

2  Fling  out  the  banner  !  angels  bend 
In  anxious  silence  o'er  the  sign, 
And  vainly  seek  to  comprehend 
The  wonder  of  the  Love  Divine. 


3  Fling  out  the  banner !  heathen  lands 
Shall  see  from  far  the  glorious  sight ; 
And  nations,  crowding  to  be  born, 
Baptize  their  spirits  in  its  light. 

4  Fling  out  the  banner  !  sin-sick  souls, 
That  sink  and  perish  in  the  strife, 
Shall  touch  in  faith  its  radiant  hem, 
And  spring  immortal  into  life. 

5  Fling  out  the  banner  !  let  it  float 
Skyward  and  seaward,  high  and  wide ; 
Our  glory,  only  in  the  Cross, 

Our  only  hope,  the  Crucified. 

6  Fling  out  the  banner !  wide  and  high, 
Seaward  and  skyward  let  it  shine ; 
Nor  skill,  nor  might,  nor  merit,  ours; 
We  conquer  only  in  that  sign. 

723 

1  Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake  ! 
Put  on  Thy  strength,  the  nations  shake, 
And  let  the  world  adoring  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  Thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen,  from  Thy  throne, 
"  I  am  Jehovah,  God  alone  :" 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  Almighty  God,  Thy  grace  proclaim 
In  every  land,  of  every  name  ; 

Let  adverse  powers  before  Thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour,  Lord  of  all ! 


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Psalm  72. 

1  Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 

Great  David's  greater  Son ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes  with  succor  speedy 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong ; 
To  Help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls  condemned  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  His  sight. 

3  He  shall  come  down  like  showers, 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  His  path  to  birth : 
Before  Him  on  the  mountains 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go ; 
And  righteousness  in  fountains 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 


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4  For  Him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

Arid  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  Name  shall  stand  forever, 

That  Name  to  us  is  Love. 

725 

1  Send,  send  the  gospel  message, 

In  every  language  send  ; 
Give  it  a  speedy  passage 

To  gain  its  glorious  end ; 
God,  from  on  high,  commands  us  ; 

We  may  not  now  delay  • 
The  heathen,  too,  implore  us  j 

They  perish  day  by  day. 

2  Proclaim  aloud  the  Saviour, 
Far,  far  let  Him  be  known ; 

Let  each  implore  His  favor, 

Let  prayer  besiege  the  throne : 
In  labors,  all  assistant, 

Conspire  to  spread  His  grace, 
Till  lands  to  us  most  distant, 
Shall  learn  to  seek  His  face. 


MISSIONS. 


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1  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand, 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  • 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Can  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Can  we,  to  men  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation,  oh,  salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 


4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  His  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  • 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign ! 

7  Psalm  60. 

1  Now  be  the  gospel  banner, 

In  every  land,  unfurled ; 
And  be  the  shout,  "  Hosanna  !"* 

Re-echoed  through  the  world ; 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue, 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 

2  Yes,  Thou  shalt  reign  forever, 

O  Jesus,  King  of  kings  ! 
Thy  light,  Thy  love,  Thy  favor, 

Each  ransomed  captive  sings : 
The  isles  for  Thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  Thy  praise, 
The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 

The  song  responsive  raise. 


310 


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728 

1  Light  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart, 

Star  of  the  coming  day ! 
Arise,  and  with  Thy  morning  beams 
Chase  all  our  griefs  away ! 

2  Come,  blessed  Lord,  let  every  shore 

And  answering  island  sing 
The  praises  of  Thy  royal  Name, 
And  own  Thee  as  their  King. 

3  Bid  the  whole  earth,  responsive  now 

To  the  bright  world  above, 
Break  forth  in  sweetest  strains  of  joy, 
In  memory  of  Thy  love. 

4  Jesus,  Thy  fair  creation  groans, 

The  air,  the  earth,  the  sea, 
In  unison  with  all  our  hearts, 
And  calls  aloud  for  Thee. 

5  Thirie  was  the  cross,  with  all  its  fruits 

Of  grace  and  peace  divine  : 
Be  Thine  the  crown  of  glory  now, 
The  palm  of  victory  Thine  ! 

729 

1  Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  Thine  ; 
And  in  Thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2  But,  Lord,  Thy  greater  love  has  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind, 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasured  in  Thy  mind. 


3  Lord,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings 

spread  \ 
The  spacious  earth  around, 
Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound  ? 

4  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  gospel's  rays, 
And  build  on  sin's  demolished  throne 
The  temples  of  Thy  praise. 

73° 

1  Lord,  send  Thy  word,  and  let  it  fly, 

Armed  with  Thy  Spirit's  power  ; 
Ten  thousand  shall  confess  its  sway, 
And  bless  the  saving  hour. 

2  Beneath  the  influence  of  Thy  grace 

The  barren  wastes  shall  rise 
With  sudden  green  and  fruits  arrayed, 
A  blooming  Paradise. 

3  True  holiness  shall  strike  its  root 

In  each  regenerate  heart ; 
Shall  in  a  growth  divine  arise, 
And  heavenly  fruits  impart. 

4  Peace,  with  her  olive  crowned,  shall 

stretch 

Her  wings  from  shore  to  shore  ; 
No  trump  shall  rouse  the  rage  of  war, 
Nor  murderous  cannon  roar. 

5  Lord,  for  those  days  we  wait ;  those  days 

Are  in  Thy  word  foretold ; 
Fly  swifter,  sun  and  stars,  and  bring 
This  promised  age  of  gold. 


MISSIONS. 


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1  Christians,  up  !  the  day  is  breaking, 

Gird  your  ready  armor  on  ; 
Slumbering  hosts  around  are  waking, 

Rouse  ye  !  in  the  Lord  be  strong ! 
While  ye  sleep  or  idly  linger, 

Thousands  sink,  with  none  to  save ; 
Hasten  !  Time's  unerring  finger 

Points  to  many  an  open  grave. 

2  Hark  !  unnumbered  voices  crying, 

"  Save  us,  or  we  droop  and  die  !" 
Succor  bear  the  faint  and  dying, 

On  the  wings  of  mercy  fly  : 
Lead  them  to  the  crystal  fountain 

Gushing  with  the  streams  of  life ; 
Guide  them  to  the  sheltering  mountain, 

For  the  gab  with  death  is  rife. 

3  See  the  blest  millennial  dawning ! 

Bright  the  beams  of  Bethlehem's  star; 
Eastern  lands,  behold  ,the  morning ; 

Lo  !  it  glimmers  from  afar : 
O'er  the  mountain-top  ascending, 

Soon  the  scattered  light  shall  rise, 
Till,  in  radiant  glory  blending, 

Heaven's  high  noon  shall  greet  our 
eyes. 


1  Men  of  God,  go,  take  your  stations, 

Darkness   reigns    throughout  the 
earth ; 

Go  proclaim  among  the  nations 
Joyful  news  of  heavenly  birth : 

Bear  the  tidings 
Of  the  Saviour's  matchless  worth. 

2  Go  to  men  in  darkness  sleeping, 

Tell  that  Christ  is  strong  to  save ; 
Go  to  men  in  bondage  weeping. 
Publish  freedom  to  the  slave  : 

Tell  the  dying, 
Christ  has  triumphed  o'er  the  grave. 

3  What  though  earth  and  hell  united 

Should  oppose  the  Saviour's  reign, 
Plead  His  cause  to  souls  benighted  ; 
Fear  ye  not  the  face  of  men : 

Vain  their  tumult, 
Earth  and  hell  will  rage  in  vain. 

4  When  exposed  to  fears  and  dangers,, 

Jesus  will  His  own  defend  ; 
Borne  afar  'midst  foes  and  strangers,, 
Jesus  will  appear  your  Friend ; 

And  His  presence 
Shall  be  with  you  to  the  end. 


1  O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 

Cheered  by  no  celestial  ray, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arising, 
Bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day : 

Send  the  gospel 
To  the  earth's  remotest  bound. 

2  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness — 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

And  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day ! 

.3  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  Gospel, 
Win  and  conquer,  never  cease ; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominion 
Multiply  and  still  increase  j 

Sway  Thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around  ! 


73+ 

1  Christian,  see,  the  orient  morning 

Breaks  along  the  heathen  sky; 
Lo  !  the  expected  day  is  dawning, 

Glorious  day-spring  from  on  high : 
Hallelujah ! 
Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high  I 

2  Zion's  Sun,  salvation  beaming, 

Gilding  now  the  radiant  hills, 
Rise  and  shine  till,  brighter  gleaming, 

All  the  world  Thy  glory  fills : 
Hallelujah! 
Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high ! 

3  Lord  of  every  tribe  and  nation, 

Spread  Thy  truth  from  pole  to  pole  ! 
Spread  the  light  of  Thy  salvation, 

Till  it  shine  on  every  soul : 
Hallelujah! 
Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high ! 


MISSIONS. 


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1  Wake  the  song  of  jubilee, 
Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea ! 

-Now  is  come  the  promised  hour  • 
Jesus  reigns  with  glorious  power  ! 

2  All  ye  nations,  join  and  sing, 

Praise  your  Saviour,  praise  your  King ; 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
"Jesus  reigns  for  evermore  !" 

3  Hark  !  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice  ; 
Joy !  the  whole  creation  sings, 

"  Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings !" 

736 

1  "  Give  us  room,  that  we  may  dwell," 

Zion's  children  cry  aloud  : 
See  their  numbers  how  they  swell, 
How  they  gather  like  a  cloud  ! 

2  Oh,  how  bright  the  morning  seems, 

Brighter,  from  so  dark  a  night ! 
Zion  is  like  one  that  dreams, 
Filled  with  wonder  and  delight. 

3  Lo,  thy  sun  goes  down  no  more, 

God  Himself  will  be  thy  light ; 
All  that  caused  thee  grief  before 
Buried  lies  in  endless  night. 


4  Zion,  now  arise  and  shine, 

Lo,  thy  light  from  heaven  is  come ; 
These  that  crowd  from  far  are  thine, 
Give  thy  sons  and  daughters  room. 

737 

1  Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 

When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 
Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 

2  Mightiest  kings  His  power  shall  own ; 

Heathen  tribes  His  Name  adore  ; 
Satan  and  his  host,  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

3  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease, 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain : 
Righteousness  and  joy  and  peace, 
Undisturbed,  shall  ever  reign. 

4  Bless  we  then  our  gracious  Lord  ; 

Ever  praise  His  glorious  Name  ; 
All  His  mighty  acts  record ; 

All  His  wondrous  love  proclaim. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  His  love ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


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738 

1  Yes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking  ; 

Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand  ; 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By  His  word  in  every  land: 

When  He  chooses, 
Darkness  flies  at  His  command. 

2  Let  us  hail  the  joyful  season  ; 

Let  us  hail  the  dawning  ray ; 
When  the  Lord  appears,  there's  reason 
To  expect  a  glorious  day : 

At  His  presence 
Gloom  and  darkness  flee  away. 

3  While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring, 

While  he  enters  like  a  flood, 
God,  the  Saviour,  is  preparing 

Means  to  spread  His  truth  abroad ; 

Every  language 
Soon  shall  tell  the  love  of  God. 

4  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious, 

Let  Thy  people  see  Thy  hand ! 
Let  the  gospel  be  victorious 

Through  the  world,  in  every  land ; 

And  the  idols 
Perish,  Lord,  at  Thy  command ! 


Psalm  126. 

1  He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping, 

Bearing  still  the  precious  seed, 
Never  tiring,  never  sleeping, 

All  his  labor  shall  succeed: 
Then  will  fall  the  rain  of  heaven, 

Then  the  sun  of  mercy  shine  ; 
Precious  fruits  will  then  be  given, 

Through  an  influence  all  divine. 

2  Sow  thy  seed,  be  never  weary7, 

Nor  let  fears  thy  mind  employ; 
Be  the  prospect  ne'er  so  dreary, 

Thou  shalt  reap  the  fruits  of  joy: 
Lo  !  the  scene  of  verdure  brightening, 

See  the  rising  grain  appear ; 
Look  again,  the  fields  are  whitening : 

Sure  the  harvest-time  is  near. 

DOXOLOGY. 
Praise  the  God  of  all  creation ; 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation, 

Priest  and  King  enthroned  above  : 
Praise  the  Fountain  of  salvation, 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live  ; 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give. 


MISSIONS. 


315 


BENEVENTO. 


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740 

1  Hark  !  the  song  of  Jubilee, 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore ! 
Hallelujah !  for  the  Lord 

God  Omnipotent  shall  reign : 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah  !  hark  !  the  sound, 

From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies. 
See  Jehovah's  banner  furled, 

Sheathed  His  sword,  He  speaks — 
't  is  done  ; 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  His  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 

With  illimitable  sway ; 
He  shall  reign,  when  like  a  scroll 

Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away ; 
Then  the  end ;  beneath  His  rod 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall : 
Hallelujah !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  All  in  All. 


741 

1  Come  !  Desire  of  nations,  come  ! 
Hasten,  Lord,  the  general  doom  ; 
Hear  the  Spirit  and  the  Bride ; 
Come,  and  take  us  to  Thy  side  : 
Thou,  who  hast  our  place  prepared, 
Make  us  meet  for  our  reward  ; 
iThen,  with  all  Thy  saints  descend ; 
Then,  our  earthly  trials  end. 

2  Mindful  of  Thy  chosen  race, 
Shorten  these  vindictive  days  ; 
Hear  us  now,  and  save  Thine  own, 
Who  for  full  redemption  groan  : 
Now  destroy  the  Man  of  Sin, 
Now  Thine  ancient  flock  bring  in, 
Filled  with  righteousness  divine  ; 
Claim  a  ransomed  world  for  Thine  ! 

3  Plant  Thy  heavenly  kingdom  here  ; 
Glorious  in  Thy  saints  appear  • 
Speak  the  sacred  number  sealed, 
Speak  the  mystery  revealed  : 
Take  to  Thee  Thy  royal  power ; 
Reign !  when  sin  shall  be  no  more ; 
Reign  !  when  death  no  more  shall  be  ; 
Reign  to  all  eternity  1 


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1  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are ! 
Traveller,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 

See  that  glory-beaming  star ! 
Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell  ? 
Traveller,  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends  ! 
Traveller,  blessedness  and  light, 
Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends  ! 


Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 

Traveller,  ages  are  its  own  ; 
See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn ! 
Traveller,  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn : 
Watchman,  let  thy  wanderings  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home ! 
Traveller,  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come  ! 


MISSIONS.  317 


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1  Tis  enough  ;  the  hour  is  come  ; 
Now  within  the  silent  tomb 
Let  this  mortal  frame  decay, 
Mingled  with  its  kindred  clay  ; 
Since  Thy  mercies,  oft  of  old 
By  Thy  chosen  seers  foretold, 
Faithful  now  and  steadfast  prove, 
God  of  truth,  and  God  of  love  ! 

2  Since  at  length  my  weary  eye 
Sees  the  Day-Spring  from  on  high ! 
Those  whom  death  had  overspread 
With  his  dark  and  dreary  shade, 


Lift  their  eyes,  and  from  afar 
Hail  the  light  of  Jacob's  Star, 
Waiting  till  the  promised  ray 
Turn  their  darkness  into  day. 

3  Sun  of  Righteousness,  to  Thee, 
Lo,  the  nations  bend  the  knee ; 
And  the  realms  of  distant  kings 
Own  the  healing  of  Thy  wings  ! 
See  the  beams,  intensely  shed, 
Shine  on  Zion's  favored  head ! 
Never  may  they  hence  remove, 
God  of  truth,  and  God  of  love  ! 


318  MORTALITY    AND  LIFE. 

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744 

1  A  few  more  years  shall  roll, 

A  few  more  seasons  come, 
And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest 

Asleep  within  the  tomb  : 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  great  day ; 
Oh,  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away  ! 

2  A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 

On  this  wild,  rocky  shore  ; 
And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease, 

And  surges  swell  no  more : 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  calm  day  j 
Oh,  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away ! 


A  few  more  struggles  here, 

A  few  more  partings  o'er, 
A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 

And  we  shall  weep  no  more : 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  blest  day ; 
Oh,  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away ! 

'Tis  but  a  little  while 

And  He  shall  come  again, 
Who  died  that  we  might  live,  who  lives 

That  we  with  Him  may  reign : 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  glad  day  ; 
Oh,  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away  ! 


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745 

1  I  would  not  live  alway :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 

Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by  sin, 
Temptation  without  and  corruption  within  : 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway ;  no,  welcome  the  tomb  ; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom  ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  He  bid  me  arise 

To  hail  Him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God  ? 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 

Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  : 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet, 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 

7+6 

1  I  am  weary  of  straying,  oh  fain  would  I  rest 

In  the  far  distant  land  of  the  pure  and  the  blest, 
Where  sin  can  no  longer  her  blandishments  spread, 
And  tears  and  temptations  forever  have  fled. 

2  I  am  weary  of  loving  what  passes  away ; 
The  sweetest,  the  dearest,  alas,  may  not  stay ; 

I  long  for  that  land  where  these  partings  are  o'er, 
And  death  and  the  tomb  can  divide  hearts  no  more. 

3  I  am  weary,  my  Saviour,  of  grieving  Thy  love  j 
Oh,  when  shall  I  rest  in  Thy  presence  above  ? 

I  am  weary — but  oh,  let  me  never  repine, 

While  Thy  word,  and  Thy  love,  and  Thy  promise  are  mine. 


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1  My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 

And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly, 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 
Chorus. 

For  oh;  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 
Our  friends  are  passing  over  ; 

And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 
We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 

Our  heavenly  home  discerning ; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 

Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 
Chorus. — For  oh,  we  stand,  etc. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing ; 
That  perfect  rest  nought  can  molest, 

Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 
Chorus. — For  oh,  we  stand,  etc. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever ; 
Our  King  says,  come,  and  there 's  our 
home, 

Forever,  oh,  forever ! 
Chorus. — For  oh,  we  stand,  etc. 


748 

1  Wayfarers  in  the  wilderness, 

By  morn,  and  noon,  and  even, 
Day  after  day,  we  journey  on 

With  weary  feet  towards  heaven. 
Chorus. 
Oh  land  above  !  oh  land  of  love ! 

The  glory  shineth  o'er  thee  • 
O  Christ  our  King,  in  mercy  bring 

Us  thither,  we  implore  Thee ! 

2  By  day  the  cloud  before  us  goes, 

By  night  the  cloud  of  fire, 
To  guide  us  o'er  the  trackless  waste, 

To  Canaan  ever  nigher. 
Chorus. — Oh  land  above,  etc. 

3  Each  morning  find  we,  as  He  said, 

The  dew  of  daily  manna ; 
And  ever  when  a  foe  appears, 

Confronts  him  Christ  our  Banner. 
Chorus. — Oh  land  above,  etc. 

4  The  sea  was  riven  for  our  feet, 

And  so  shall  be  the  river ) 
And  by  the  King's  highway  brought 
home, 

We'll  praise  His  Name  forever. 
Chorus. — Oh  land  above,  etc. 


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749 

1  One  sweetly  solemn  thought 

Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er ; 
I'm  nearer  home  to-day, 

Than  I  have  been  before : 
Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  many  mansions  be, 
Nearer  the  great  white  throne, 

Nearer  the  crystal  sea. 

2  Nearer  the  bound  of  life, 

Where  burdens  are  laid  down, 
Nearer  to  leave  the  cross, 

And  nearer  to  the  crown ; 
But  lying  dark  between, 

And  winding  through  the  night, 
The  deep  and  unknown  stream 

Crossed  ere  we  reach  the  light. 

3  Jesus,  confirm  my  trust ; 

Strengthen  the  hand  of  faith 
To  feel  Thee,  when  I  stand 

Upon  the  shore  of  death. 
Be  near  me  when  my  feet 

Are  slipping  o'er  the  brink, 
For  I  am  nearer  home, 

Perhaps,  than  now  I  think. 


75o 

1  There  is  a  blessed  home 

Beyond  this  land  of  woe, 
Where  trials  never  come, 

Nor  tears  of  sorrow  flow ; 
Where  faith  is  lost  in  sight, 

And  patient  hope  is  crowned, 
And  everlasting  light 

Its  glory  throws  around. 

2  Oh  joy  all  joys  beyond, 

To  see  the  Lamb  who  died, 
And  count  each  sacred  wound 

In  hands,  and  feet,  and  side ! 
To  give  to  Him  the  praise 

Of  every  triumph  won, 
And  sing  through  endless  days 

The  great  things  He  hath  done ! 

3  Look  up,  ye  saints  of  God, 

Nor  fear  to  tread  below 
The  path  your  Saviour  trod 

Of  daily  toil  and  woe : 
Wait  but  a  little  while 

In  uncomplaining  love ; 
His  own  most  gracious  smile 

Shall  welcome  you  above. 


751 

1  Fade,  fade,  each  earthly  joy ; 

Jesus  is  mine ! 
Break,  every  tender  tie  ; 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Dark  is  the  wilderness, 
Earth  has  no  resting-place, 
Jesus  alone  can  bless  ; 

Jesus  is  mine ! 

2  Tempt  not  my  soul  away ; 

Jesus  is  mine ! 
Here  would  I  ever  stay ; 

Jesus  is  mine ! 
Perishing  things  of  clay, 
Born  but  for  one  brief  day, 
Pass  from  my  heart  away  ; 

Jesus  is  mine ! 

3  Farewell,  ye  dreams  of  night, 

Jesus  is  mine ! 
Lost  in  this  dawning  bright  ; 

Jesus  is  mine ! 
All  that  my  soul  has  tried, 
Left  but  a  dismal  void  j 
Jesus  has  satisfied ; 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 

4  Farewell,  mortality ; 

Jesus  is  mine ! 
Welcome,  eternity; 
Jesus  is  mine ! 


Welcome,  O  loved  and  blest, 
Welcome,  sweet  scenes  of  rest, 
Welcome,  my  Saviour's  breast ; 
Jesus  is  mine  I 

752 

1  I'm  but  a  stranger  here ; 

Heaven  is  my  home ; 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear ; 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
Danger  and  sorrow  stand 
Round  me  on  every  hand, 
Heaven  is  my  fatherland, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 

2  What  though  the  tempest  rage  ! 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage  ; 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
Time's  cold  and  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  overpast ; 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last ; 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 

3  There,  at  my  Saviour's  side, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
I  shall  be  glorified ; 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
There  are  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  I  love  most  and  best, 
And  there  I,  too,  shall  rest ; 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 


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753 

1  Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 

Whether  I  die  or  live ; 
To  love  and  serve  Thee  is  my  share, 
And  this  Thy  grace  must  give. 

2  If  death  shall  bruise  this  springing  seed 

Before  it  come  to  fruit, 
The  will  with  Thee  goes  for  the  deed  • 
Thy  life  was  in  the  root. 

3  Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker 

rooms 

Than  He  went  through  before ; 
He  that  unto  God's  kingdom  comes 
Must  enter  by  this  door. 

4  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  hath  made  me 

meet 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see  ; 
For,  if  Thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 
What  will  Thy  glory  be  ? 

5  Then  I  shall  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  the  triumphant  saints 
That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

6  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small ; 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim  ; 
But  it's  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  Him. 

754 

i  What  have  I  in  this  barren  land  ? 
My  Jesus  is  not  here ; 
Mine  eyes  will  ne'er  be  blest  until 
My  Jesus  doth  appear. 


2  My  Jesus  is  gone  up  to  heaven, 

To  fix  a  place  for  me ; 
For  'tis  His  will  that  where  He  is 
His  followers  should  be. 

3  Canaan  I  view  from  Pisgah's  top  • 

Of  Canaan's  grapes  I  taste  • 
My  Lord,  who  sends  them  to  me  here, 
Will  send  for  me  at  last. 

4  I  have  a  God  that  changeth  not  • 

Why  should  I  be  perplext  ? 
My  God  who  owns  me  in  this  world, 
Will  own  me  in  the  next. 

5  My  dearest  friends  they  dwell  above  ; 

Them  will  I  go  to  see ; 
And  all  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  soon  come  after  me. 

755 

1  Oh,  for  an  overcoming  faith, 

To  cheer  my  dying  hours  ; 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monster  death, 
And  all  His  frightful  powers  ! 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 

My  quivering  lips  should  sing, 
"  Where  is  Thy  boasted  victory,  grave  ? 
And  where,  O  death,  thy  sting  ?" 

3  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid ; 
Who  makes  us  conquerors  while  we  die, 
Through  Christ,  our  living  Head. 


756 

1  Jesus,  when  I  fainting  lie, 
And  the  world  is  flitting  by, 

Hold  Thou  up  my  head! 
When  the  cry  is,  "Thou  must  die," 
And  the  dread  hour  draweth  nigh, 

Stand  by  my  bed ! 

2  Jesus,  when  the  worst  is  o'er, 
And  they  bear  me  from  the  door, 

Meet  the  sorrowing  throng ! 
"Weep  not!"  let  the  mourner  hear; 
Widow's  woe  and  orphan's  tear, 

Turn  into  song! 


3  Jesus,  in  the  last  great  day, 

Come  Thou  down  and  touch  my  clay, 

Speak  the  word,  "  Arise  !" 
Friend  to  gladsome  friend  restore, 
Living,  praising  evermore, 
Above  the  skies! 


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757 

1  When  languor  and  disease  invade 

This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'T  is  sweet  to  look  beyond  the  cage, 
And  long  to  fly  away : 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  His  love  ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above  : 

3  Sweet  on  His  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end  : 
Sweet  on  His  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend  ; 

4  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  His  firm  decrees  ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  His  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  His. 

5  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  stream, 

What  must  the  Fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  Thee  ! 

758 

1  When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 

And  mourns  the  present  pain, 
'T  is  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last, 
And  feel  that  death  is  gain. 

2  'T  is  not  that  murmuring  thoughts  arise 

And  dread  a  Father's  will ; 
'T  is  not  that  meek  submission  flies, 
And  would  not  suffer  stilt : 


3  It  is  that  heaven-born  faith  surveys 

The  path  that  leads  to  light, 
And  longs  her  eagle  plumes  to  raise, 
And  loose  herself  in  sight. 

4  Oh,  let  me  wing  my  hallowed  flight 

From  earth-born  woe  and  care, 
And  soar  above  these  clouds  of  night, 
My  Saviour's  bliss  to  share  ! 

759 

1  Through  sorrow's  night  and  danger's 

path, 

Amid  the  deepening  gloom, 
We,  soldiers  of  an  injured  King, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  powers  decay, 
Our  cold  remains  in  solitude 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat, 
Unheeded,  o'er  our  silent  dust 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

4  These  ashes  poor,  this  little  dust, 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 
Till  the  last  angel  rise  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

5  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  long  silent  dust  shall  burst 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 


y6o 

1  My  life's  a  shade,  my  days 

Apace  to  death  decline  ; 
My  Lord  is  Life,  He'll  raise 

My  dust  again,  e'en  mine : 
Sweet  truth  to  me  !  I  shall  arise, 
And  with  these  eyes  my  Saviour  see. 

2  My  peaceful  grave  shall  keep 

My  bones,  till  that  sweet  day 
I  wake  from  my  long  sleep, 

And  leave  my  bed  of  clay ; 
Sweet  truth  to  me  !  I  shall  arise, 
And  with  these  eyes  my  Saviour  see. 

3  I  said  sometimes  with  tears, 

Ah  me  !  I'm  loth  to  die ! 
Lord,  silence  Thou  these  tears  ; 

My  life's  with  Thee  on  high : 
Sweet  truth  to  me  !  I  shall  arise, 
And  with  these  eyes  my  Saviour  see. 

4  Then  welcome,  harmless  grave ! 

By  thee  to  heaven  I'll  go  ; 
My  Lord  His  death  shall  save 

Me  from  the  flames  below  : 
Sweet  truth  to  me  !  I  shall  arise, 
And  with  these  eyes  my  Saviour  see. 


76l 

1  Earth's  but  a  sorry  tent 

Pitched  for  a  few  frail  days  ; 
A  short-leased  tenement ; 

Heaven's  still  my  song,  my  praise  : 
O  happy  place  !  when  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  Thee,  to  see  Thy  face  ! 

2  No  tears  from  any  eyes 

Drop  in  that  holy  choir  ; 
But  death  itself  there  dies, 

And  sighs  themselves  expire  : 
O  happy  place  !  when  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  Thee,  to  see  Thy  face  ! 

3  There  should  temptation  cease, 

My  frailties  there  should  end  ; 
There  should  I  rest  in  peace 

In  th'  arms  of  my  best  Friend  : 
O  happy  place  !  when  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  Thee,  to  see  Thy  face ! 

4  Ah  me  !  ah  me  !  that  I 

In  Kedar's  tents  here  stay ! 
No  place  like  this  on  high  ! 

Thither,  Lord  !  guide  my  way ! 
O  happy  place  !  when  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  Thee,  to  see  Thy  face ! 


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762 

1  Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 

Is  equal  warning  given ; 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  is  the  heaven. 

2  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze, 

And  lurks  in  every  flower ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  every  hour. 

3  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 

Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay ; 
And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 

4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 

Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage, 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come  ? 

5  Turn,  mortal,  turn !  thy  danger  know ; 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead  ! 

6  Turn,  Christian,  turn !  thy  soul  apply 

To  truths  divinely  given : 
The  dead  who  underneath  thee  lie, 
Shall  live  for  hell  or  heaven  ! 

763 

1  Few  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  woe, 
O  man  of  woman  born ; 
Thy  doom  is  written,  "  Dust  thou  art, 
To  dust  thou  shalt  return." 


2  Behold  the  emblem  of  thy  state 

In  flowers  that  bloom  and  die ; 
Or  in  the  shadow's  fleeting  form 
That  mocks  the  gazer's  eye. 

3  Determined  are  the  days  that  fly 

Successive  o'er  thy  head  ; 
The  numbered  hour  is  on  the  wing, 
That  lays  thee  with  the  dead. 

4  Great  God,  afflict  not,  in  Thy  wrath, 

The  short  allotted  span 
That  bounds  the  few  and  weary  days 
Of  pilgrimage  to  man. 

Psalm  39. 

1  Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 

Thou  Maker  of  my  frame ; 
I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 
In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  What  should  I  wish,  or  wait  for  then, 

From  creatures,  earth, and  dust? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 

4  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desires  recall ; 
I  give  my  mortal  interest  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  All. 


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My  days,  how  brief  their  date, 
That  I  may  timely  comprehend 
How  frail  my  best  estate. 

2  My  life  is  but  a  span, 

Mine  age  is  nought  with  Thee ; 
What  is  the  highest  boast  of  man 
But  dust  and  vanity  ? 

3  Dumb  at  Thy  feet  I  lie, 

For  Thou  hast  brought  me  low ; 
Remove  Thy  judgments  lest  I  die; 
I  faint  beneath  Thy  blow. 

4  At  Thy  rebuke  the  bloom 

Of  man's  vain  beauty  flies ; 
And  grief  shall  like  a  moth  consume 
All  that  delights  our  eyes. 

5  Have  pity  on  my  fears, 

Hearken  to  my  request, 
Turn  not  in  silence  from  my  tears, 
But  give  the  mourner  rest. 

6  Oh  spare  me  yet,  I  pray, 

Awhile  my  strength  restore, 
Ere  I  am  summoned  hence  away, 
And  seen  on  earth  no  more. 


766 

1  Servant  of  God,  well  done ! 

Rest  from  Thy  loved  employ ; 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won, 
Enter  thy  Master's  joy! 

2  The  voice  at  midnight  came ; 

He  started  up  to  hear ; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame  ; 
He  fell,  but  felt  no  fear. 

3  At  midnight  came  the  cry, 

"  To  meet  thy  God  prepare  !  " 
He  woke,  and  caught  his  Captain's  eye; 
Then,  strong  in  faith  and  prayer, 

4  His  spirit  with  a  bound 

Left  its  encumbering  clay : 
His  tent,  at  sunrise,  on  the  ground 
A  darkened  ruin  lay. 

5  The  pains  of  death  are  past, 

Labor  and  sorrow  cease, 
And,  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

6  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done ! 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ ; 
And,  while  eternal  ages  run, 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy! 


MORTALITY    AND  LIFE. 


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BOYLSTON.     S.  M. 


767 

1  And  must  this  body  die, 

This  mortal  frame  decay, 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 

2  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

And  ever  from  the  skies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  He  shall  bid  it  rise. 

3  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape  and  every  face 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love  ; 
We  would  adore  His  grace  below, 
And  sing  His  power  above. 

5  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

768 

1  And  is  there,  Lord,  a  rest 
For  weary  souls  designed, 
Where  not  a  care  shall  stir  the  breast, 
Or  sorrow  entrance  find  ? 


2  Is  there  a  blissful  home 

Where  kindred  minds  shall  meet, 
And  live,  and  love,  nor  ever  roam 
From  that  serene  retreat  ? 

3  Are  there  bright,  happy  fields 

Where  nought  that  blooms  shall  die, 
Where  each  new  scene  fresh  pleasure 
yields, 

And  healthful  breezes  sigh  ? 

4  Are  there  celestial  streams 

Where  living  waters  glide 
With  murmurs  sweet  as  angel  dreams, 
And  flowery  banks  beside  ? 

5  Forever  blessed  they 

Whose  joyful  feet  shall  stand, 
While  endless  ages  waste  away, 
Amid  that  glorious  land ! 

6  My  soul  would  thither  tend 

While  toilsome  years  are  given ; 
Then  let  me,  gracious  God,  ascend 
To  sweet  repose  in  heaven ! 

DOXOLOGY. 

Father  of  Majesty, 

Thine  Only  Son  our  Lord, 

Thine  Ever-blessed  Spirit  be 
For  evermore  adored. 


330  MORTALITY    AND  LIFE. 

CROSBY.     S.  M. 

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769 


[  Oh,  for  the  death  of  those 
Who  slumber  in  the  Lord ! 
Oh,  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  my  last  reward ! 

2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground, 

In  silent  hope  shall  lie 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 
Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

3  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 
To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 
And  reign  with  Him  above. 

4  With  us  their  names  shall  live 

Through  long  succeeding  years, 
Embalmed  with  all  our  hearts  can  give, 
Our  praises  and  our  tears. 

770 

1  How  swift  the  torrent  rolls 

Which  bears  us  to  the  sea ! 
The  tide  which  hurries  thoughtless  souls 
To  vast  eternity ! 

2  Our  fathers — where  are  they, 

With  all  they  called  their  own  ? 
Their  joys  and  griefs,  and  hopes  and 
cares, 

And  wealth  and  honor,  gone  ! 

3  God  of  our  fathers,  hear, 

Thou  everlasting  Friend, 


While  we,  as  on  life's  utmost  verge, 
Our  souls  to  Thee  commend. 

4  Of  all  the  pious  dead 

May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 
Till  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light, 
We  dwell  before  Thy  face. 

771 

1  To-morrow,  Lord,  is  Thine, 

Lodged  in  Thy  sovereign  hand ; 
And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  Thy  command. 

The  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  our  life  away ; 
Oh  make  Thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day ! 

Since  on  this  winged  hour 

Eternity  is  hung, 
Waken  by  Thine  almighty  power, 
The  aged  and  the  young ! 

One  thing  demands  our  care ; 

Oh,  be  it  still  pursued, 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renewed  ! 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  remain 
Through  all  eternity ! 


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1  Forever  with  the  Lord ! 

Amen  !  so  let  it  be ! 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
'T  is  immortality. 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  Him  I  roam, 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high, 

Home  of  my  soul,  how  near, 
At  times,  to  faith's  foreseeing  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear ! 

4  Ah !  then  my  spirit  faints 

To  reach  the  land  I  love, 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above ! 

5  "  Forever  with  the  Lord !" 

Father,  if  'tis  Thy  will, 
The  promise  of  that  faithful  word 
E'en  here  to  me  fulfil. 

6  Be  Thou  at  my  right  hand, 

Then  can  I  never  fail ; 
Uphold  Thou  me,  and  I  shall  stand, 
Fight,  and  I  must  prevail. 

7  So  when  my  latest  breath 

Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain, 


By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

8  Knowing  as  I  am  known, 

How  shall  I  love  that  word, 
And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 
"  Forever  with  the  Lord  !" 

773 

1  Rest  for  the  toiling  hand, 

Rest  for  the  anxious  brow, 
Rest  for  the  weary,  way-worn  feet, 
Rest  from  all  labor  now  : 

2  Rest  for  the  fevered  brain, 

Rest  for  the  throbbing  eye  ; 
Through  these  parched  lips  of  thine  no 
more 

Shall  pass  the  moan  or  sigh. 

3  Soon  shall  the  trump  of  God 

Give  out  the  welcome  sound 
That  shakes  thy  silent  chamber-walls, 
And  breaks  the  turf-sealed  ground. 

4  Ye  dwellers  in  the  dust, 

Awake  !  come  forth  and  sing ! 
Sharp  has  your  frost  of  winter  been,  . 
But  bright  shall  be  your  spring. 

5  'Twas  sown  in  weakness  here, 

'Twill  then  be  raised  in  power ; 
That  which  was  sown  an  earthly  seed, 
Shall  rise  a  heavenly  flower. 


332 


MORTALITY    AND  LIFE. 


DUTY.     S.  M. 


774 

1  It  is  not  death  to  die, 

To  leave  this  weary  road, 
And,  'midst  the  brotherhood  on  high, 
To  be  at  home  with  God. 

2  It  is  not  death  to  close 

The  eye  long  dimmed  by  tears, 
And  wake  in  glorious  repose 
To  spend  eternal  years. 

3  It  is  not  death  to  bear 

The  wrench  that  sets  us  free 
From  dungeon  chain,  to  breathe  the  air 
Of  boundless  liberty. 

4  It  is  not  death  to  fling 

Aside  this  sinful  dust, 
And  rise  on  strong,  exulting  wing 
To  live  among  the  just. 

5  Jesus,  Thou  Prince  of  Life, 

Thy  chosen  cannot  die  ; 
Like  Thee,  they  conquer  in  the  strife 
To  reign  with  Thee  on  high. 


775 

1  We  know,  by  faith  we  know, 

If  this  vile  house  of  clay, 
This  tabernacle,  sink  below 
In  ruinous  decay ; 

2  We  have  a  house  above 

Not  made  with  mortal  hands; 
And  firm  as  our  Redeemer's  love, 
That  heavenly  fabric  stands. 

3  It  stands  securely  high, 

Indissolubly  sure ; 
Our  glorious  mansion  in  the  sky 
Shall  evermore  endure. 

4  Oh  may  we  enter  there, 

To  perfect  heaven  restored ; 
Oh  may  we  be  caught  up  to  share 
The  triumph  of  our  Lord. 

5  Thy  grace  with  glory  crown, 

Who  hast  the  earnest  given, 
And  then  triumphantly  come  down 
And  take  us  up  to  heaven. 


MORTALITY    AND  LIFE. 


333 


776 

1  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  go  unto  our  God, 
This  gloomy  earth  forsaking, 
Our  journey  homeward  taking 

Along  the  starry  road. 

2  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

Heaven's  citizen  to  be  ; 
A  crown  immortal  wearing, 
And  rest  unbroken  sharing, 

From  care  and  conflict  free. 

3  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  hear  this  gracious  word, 
"Receive  a  Father's  blessing, 
For  evermore  possessing 

The  favor  of  Thy  Lord." 

4  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

The  Shepherd's  voice  to  know; 
His  sheep  He  ever  leadeth, 
His  peaceful  flock  He  feedeth, 

Where  living  pastures  grow. 

5  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  wear  a  lordly  crown; 
Among  God's  people  dwelling, 
The  glorious  triumph  swelling 

Of  Him  whose  sway  we  own. 

6  Oh,  no,  this  is  not  dying, 

Thou  Saviour  of  mankind ! 
There,  streams  of  love  are  flowing, 
No  hindrance  ever  knowing; 

Here,  drops  alone  we  find. 


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1  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep ! 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes  ! 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  oh,  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  has  lost  his  venomed  sting ! 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ! 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  oh,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  : 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be  : 
But  there  is  still  a  blessed  sleep 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

778. 

1  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies, 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ! 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 
How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 


3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys  ; 
Nothing  disturbs  that  peace  profound 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 
Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell; 
How  bright  the  unchanging  morn  ap- 
pears ! 

Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 

5  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 
Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies, 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies ! 

779 

1  Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  ! 
What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are  ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away ; 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in 

haste, 

Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed  ! 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  His  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there  ! 


MORTALITY    AND  LIFE. 


335 


MERTON.     C.  M. 


780 

1  Death  may  dissolve  my  body  now, 

And  bear  my  spirit  home ; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  so  slow, 
Nor  my  salvation  come  ? 

2  With  heavenly  weapons  I  have  fought 

The  battles  of  the  Lord, 
Finished  my  course,  and  kept  the  faith, 
And  wait  the  sure  reward. 

3  God  hath  laid  up  in  heaven  for  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade ; 
The  righteous  Judge,  at  that  great  day, 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  King  of  grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me  alone  ; 
But  all  that  love  and  long  to  see 
The  appearance  of  His  Son. 

5  Jesus,  the  Lord,  shall  guard  me  safe 

From  every  ill  design  ; 
And  to  His  heavenly  kingdom  take 
This  feeble  soul  of  mine. 

6  God  is  my  everlasting  aid, 

And  hell  shall  rage  in  vain  • 
To  Him  be  highest  glory  paid, 
And  endless  praise.  Amen. 


781 

1  Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell, 

With  all  your  feeble  light ; 
Farewell,  thou  ever-changing  moon, 
Pale  empress  of  the  night. 

2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day, 

In  brightest  flames  arrayed, 
My  soul,  that   springs   beyond  thy 
sphere, 

No  more  demands  thine  aid. 

3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 

Of  my  divine  abode, 
The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts, 
Where  I  shall  reign  with  God. 

4  The  Father  of  eternal  light 

Shall  there  His  beams  display ; 
Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix 
With  that  unvaried  day. 

5  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 

Shall  swell  into  mine  eyes ; 
Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline 
Amid  those  brighter  skies. 

6  There  all  the  millions  of  His  saints 

Shall  in  one  song  unite, 
And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view 
With  infinite  delight. 


336 


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782 

1  Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  His  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward,  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  Love. 

3  Why.  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  the  saints  He  blessed, 

And  softened  every  bed ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest 
But  with  their  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  He  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising-day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise ; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  ; 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 

783 

1  'Tis  sweet  to  rest  in  lively  hope, 

That  when  my  change  shall  come, 
Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home. 


2  There  shall  my  disimprisoned  soul 

Behold  Him  and  adore ; 
Be  with  His  likeness  satisfied, 
And  grieve  and  sin  no  more. 

3  Soon,  too,my  slumbering  dust  shall  hear 

The  trumpet's  quickening  sound, 
And,  by  my  Saviour's  power  rebuilt, 
At  His  right  hand  be  found. 

4  Oh,  may  the  unction  of  these  truths 

Forever  with  me  stay ; 
Till  from  her  sinful  cage  dismissed, 
My  spirit  flies  away. 

784 

1  Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  pro- 

For  all  the  pious  dead  ;  [claims 
Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blessed ; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are ! 
From  sufferings  and  from  sin  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 

They  're  present  with  the  Lord  ; 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

DOXOLOGY. 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 


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1  Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 

Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust ; 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room, 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 

Invade  thy  bounds  :  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept ; — God's  dying  Son 

Passed  through  the  grave  and  blessed  the  bed ; 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  His  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 


4  Break  from  His  throne,  illustrious  morn ! 
Attend,  O  earth,  His  sovereign  word  j 
Restore  thy  trust,  a  glorious  form, 
Caried  to  ascend  and  meet  the  Lord. 


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1  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave :  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass  the  tomb  ; 
The  Saviour  hath  passed  through  its  portal  before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  His  love  is  thy  guide  through  the  gloom. 

-2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave :  we  no  longer  behold  thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  path  of  the  world  by  thy  side ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold  thee, 
And  sinners  may  die,  for  the  Sinless  has  died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave :  and,  its  mansion  forsaking, 

Perhaps  thy  weak  spirit  in  fear  lingered  long ; 
But  the  mild  rays  of  Paradise  beamed  on  thy  waking, 

And  the  sound  which  thou  heard'st  was  the  seraphim's  song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  :  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee, 

Whose  God  was  thy  Ransom,  thy  Guardian  and  Guide ; 
He  gave  thee,  He  took  thee,  and  Pie  will  restore  thee ; 
And  death  has  no  sting,  for  the  Saviour  has  died. 


MORTALITY    AND  LIFE. 


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787 


'Tis  Jesus  speaks :  I  fold,  says  He, 

These  lambs  within  My  breast ; 
Protection  they  shall  find  in  Me, 

In  Me  be  ever  blest. 
Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 

But  can't  dissolve  My  love ; 
Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 

The  family  above. 
Their  feeble  frames  My  power  shall 
raise 

And  mould  with  heavenly  skill ; 
I'll  give  them  tongues  to  sing  My  praise, 

And  hands  to  do  My  will. 
His  words  the  happy  parents  hear, 

And  shout  with  joy  divine, 
O  Saviour,  all  we  have  and  are 

Shall  be  forever  Thine  ! 


788 


Ye  mourning  saints,  whose  streaming 
tears 

Flow  o'er  your  children  dead, 
Say  not  in  transports  of  despair 

That  all  your  hopes  are  fled. 
If,  cleaving  to  that  darling  dust, 

In  fond  distress  ye  lie, 
Rise,  and  with  joy  and  reverence  view 

A  heavenly  Parent  nigh. 
Though,your  young  branches  torn  away, 

Like  withered  trunks  ye  stand, 
With  fairer  verdure  shall  ye  bloom, 

Touched  by  the  Almighty's  hand. 


4  I'll  give  the  mourner,  saith  the  Lord, 

In  my  own  house  a  place ; 
No  names  of  daughters  nor  of  sons 
Could  yield  so  high  a  grace. 

5  We  welcome,  Lord,  those  rising  tears, 

Through  which  Thy  face  we  see  ; 
And  bless  those  wounds  which  through 
our  hearts 
Prepare  a  way  for  Thee. 


789 


O  Thou,  whose  filmed  and  failing  eye, 

Ere  yet  it  closed  in  death, 
Beheld  Thy  mother's  agony 

The  shameful  cross  beneath  ! 


through 


Remember  them,  like  her, 
whom 

The  sword  of  grief  is  driven, 
And  oh,  to  cheer  their  cheerless  gloom, 
Be  Thy  dear  mercy  given  ! 

Let  Thine  own  word  of  tenderness 
Drop  on  them  from  above  ; 

Its  music  shall  the  lone  heart  bless, 
Its  touch  shall  heal  with  love ! 

O  Son  of  Mary  !  Son  of  God ! 

The  way  of  mortal  ill 
By  Thy  blest  feet  in  triumph  trod, 

Our  feet  are  treading  still ! 

But  not  with  strength  like  Thine,  we  go 
This  dark  and  dreadful  way ; 

As  Thou  wert  strengthened  in  Thy  woe, 
So  strengthen  us,  we  pray ! 


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1  Hark  !  a  voice  divides  the  sky, — 

Happy  are  the  faithful  dead, 
In  the  Lord  who  sweetly  die  ! 

They  from  all  their  toils  are  freed ; 
Them  the  Spirit  hath  declared 

Blest,  unutterably  blest ; 
Jesus  is  their  great  Reward, 

Jesus  is  their  endless  Rest 

2  Followed  by  their  works,  they  go 

Where  their  Head  hath  gone  before ; 
Reconciled  by  grace  below, 

Grace  hath  opened  Mercy's  door ; 
Justified  through  faith  alone, 

Here  they  knew  their  sins  forgiven ; 
Here  they  laid  their  burden  clown, 

Hallowed,  and  made  meet  for  heaven. 

3  Who  can  now  lament  the  lot 

Of  a  saint  in  Christ  deceased? 
Let  the  world,  who  know  us  not, 

Call  us  hopeless  and  unblest : 
Jesus  smiles  and  says,  "  Well  done, 

Good  and  faithful  servant  thou ! 
Enter,  and  receive  thy  crown ; 

Reign  with  Me  triumphant  now !" 


791 

1  Lo,  the  prisoner  is  released, 

Lightened  of  his  fleshly  load  • 
Where  the  weary  are  at  rest, 

He  is  gathered  unto  God  : 
Lo,  the  pain  of  life  is  past, 

All  his  warfare  now  is  o'er, 
Death  and  hell  behind  are  cast, 

Grief  and  suffering  are  no  more. 

2  Yes,  the  Christian's  course  is  run, 

Ended  is  the  glorious  strife  ; 
Fought  the  fight,  the  work  is  done, 

Death  is  swallowed  up  of  life : 
Borne  by  angels  on  their  wings, 

Far  from  earth  the  spirit  flies, 
Finds  his  God,  and  sits  and  sings, 

Triumphing  in  Paradise. 

3  Blessing,  honor,  thanks,  and  praise, 

Pay  we,  gracious  God,  to  Thee ; 
Thou,  in  Thine  abundant  grace, 

Givest  us  the  victory : 
True  and  faithful  to  Thy  word, 
Thou  hast  glorified  Thy  Son, 
Jesus  Christ,  our  dying  Lord  j 
He  for  us  the  fight  hath  won. 


MORTALITY    AND  LIFE. 


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1  Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ended, 

All  thy  mourning  days  below ; 
Go,  by  angel-guards  attended, 
To  the  sight  of  Jesus,  go  ! 

2  Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo,  the  Saviour  stands  above, 
Shows  the  purchase  of  His  merit, 
Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

3  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion 

To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breast, 
To  His  uttermost  salvation, 
To  His  everlasting  rest. 

4  For  the  joy  He  sets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain  ; 
Die  to  live  the  life  of  glory ; 
Suffer  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

793 

1  Earthly  joys  no  longer  please  us, 

Here  would  we  renounce  them  all, 
Seek  our  only  rest  in  Jesus, 
Him  our  Lord  and  Master  call. 

2  Faith,  our  languid  spirits  cheering, 

Points  to  brighter  worlds  above, 
Bids  us  look  for  His  appearing, 
Bids  us  triumph  in  His  love. 

3  May  our  lights  be  always  burning, 

And  our  loins  be  girded  round, 
Waiting  for  our  Lord's  returning, 
Longing  for  the  welcome  sound. 


4  Thus  the  Christian  life  adorning, 
Never  will  we  be  afraid, 
Should  He  come  at  night  or  morning,  - 
Early  dawn  or  evening  shade. 

794 

1  Hark  !  the  sound  of  holy  voices 

Chanting  at  the  crystal  sea, 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
Hallelujah  !  Lord,  to  Thee. 

2  Multitudes  which  none  can  number, 

Like  the  stars  in  glory  stand, 
Clothed  in  white  apparel,  holding 
Victor-palms  in  every  hand. 

3  They  have  come  from  tribulation, 

And  have  washed  their  robes  in 
blood, 

Washed  them  in  the  blood  of  Jesus ; 
Tried  they  were,  and  firm  they  stood. 

4  Gladly,  Lord,  with  Thee  they  suffered, 

Gladly,  Lord,  with  Thee  they  died ; 
And,  by  death,  to  life  immortal 
They  were  born, and  glorified. 

5  Now  they  reign  in  heavenly  glory, 

Now  they  walk  in  golden  light, 
Now  they  drink,  as  from  a  river, 
Holy  bliss  and  infinite. 

6  Love  and  peace  they  taste  forever, 

And  all  truth  and  knowledge  see 
In  the  beatific  vision 
Of  the  Blessed  Trinity. 


342 


THE    SECOND  ADVENT. 


795 

1  Come,  Thou  long-expected  Jesus, 

Born  to  set  Thy  people  free  ; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  Thee. 

2  Israel's  Strength  and  Consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  Thou  art ; 
Dear  Desire  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

3  Born  Thy  people  to  deliver 

Born  a  Child,  and  yet  a  King, 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  Thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  Thine  own  Eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 
By  Thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Raise  us  to  Thy  glorious  throne. 


796 


1  Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and  by  Thy  love  revealing, 
Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath  : 

2  The  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator, 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise, 
Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 
Pouring  eyesight  on  our  eyes. 

3  Still  we  wait  for  Thine  appearing ; 

Life  and  joy  Thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  poor  benighted  heart. 


4  Come,  and  manifest  the  favor 

God  hath  for  our  ransomed  race  ; 
Come,  Thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour, 
Come,  and  bring  the  gospel-grace. 

797 

1  Hark  !  an  awful  voice  is  sounding, 

"  Christ  is  nigh !"  it  seems  to  say ; 
"  Cast  away  the  dreams  of  darkness, 
O  ye  children  of  the  day !" 

2  Startled  at  the  solemn  warning, 

Let  the  earth-bound  soul  arise  ; 
Christ,  her  Sun,  all  sloth  dispelling, 
Shines  upon  the  morning  skies. 

3  Lo,  the  Lamb,  so  long  expected, 

Comes    with   pardon   down  from 
heaven ; 

Let  us  haste,  with  tears  of  sorrow, 
One  and  all,  to  be  forgiven. 

4  So,  when  next  He  comes  with  glory, 

Wrapping  all  the  earth  in  fear, 
With  His  mercy  He  may  shield  us, 
And  with  words  of  love  draw  near. 

5  Honor,  glory,  virtue,  merit, 

To  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
With  the  Everlasting  Spirit, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation  ; 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love  ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation ; 
Praise  the  Spirit  from  above. 


THE    SECOND  ADVENT. 


343 


798 

1  Come,  Lord,  and  tarry  not, 

Bring  the  long-looked-for  day ; 
Oh,  why  these  years  of  waiting  here, 
These  ages  of  delay? 

2  Come  !  for  the  good  are  few, 

They  lift  the  voice  in  vain ; 
Faith  waxes  fainter  on  the  earth, 
And  love  is  on  the  wane. 

3  Come  !  for  love  waxes  cold, 

Its  steps  are  faint  and  slow ; 
Faith  now  is  lost  in  unbelief; 
Hope's  lamp  burns  dim  and  low. 

4  Come !  for  creation  groans, 

Impatient  of  Thy  stay, 
Worn  out  with  these  long  years  of  ill, 
These  ages  of  delay. 

5  Come,  and  make  all  things  new ; 

Build  up  this  ruined  earth, 
Restore  our  faded  Paradise, 
Creation's  second  birth ! 

6  Come,  and  begin  Thy  reign 

Of  everlasting  peace ; 
Come,  take  the  kingdom  to  Thyself, 
Great  King  of  Righteousness  ! 

799 

1  The  Church  has  waited  long 
Her  absent  Lord  to  see ; 


And  still  in  loneliness  she  waits, 
A  friendless  stranger  she. 

2  Age  after  age  has  gone, 

Sun  after  sun  has  set, 
And  still,  in  weeds  of  widowhood, 
She  weeps  a  mourner  yet. 

3  Saint  after  saint  on  earth 

Has  lived,  and  loved,  and  died ; 
And  as  they  left  us  one  by  one, 
We  laid  them  side  by  side : 

4  We  laid  them  down  to  sleep, 

But  not  in  hope  forlorn ; 
We  laid  them  but  to  ripen  there 
Till  the  last  glorious  morn. 

5  The  whole  creation  groans, 

And  waits  to  hear  that  voice 
That  shall  restore  her  comeliness, 
And  make  her  wastes  rejoice. 

6  Come,  Lord,  and  wipe  away 

The  curse,  the  sin,  the  stain, 
And  make  this  blighted  world  of  ours. 
Thine  own  fair  world  again. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  to  the  Father  be ; 

Praise  to  His  Only  Son ; 
Praise  to  the  blessed  Paraclete, 

While  endless  ages  run. 


344 


THE    SECOND  ADVENT. 


1  O'er  the  distant  mountains  breaking, 

Comes  the  reddening  dawn  of  day ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  from  sleep  awaking, 
Rise,  and  sing,  and  watch,  and  pray : 

'Tis  thy  Saviour, 
On  His  bright,  returning  way. 

2  O  Thou  long-expected,  weary 

Waits  my  anxious  soul  for  Thee ; 
Life  is  dark,  and  earth  is  dreary, 
Where  Thy  light  I  do  not  see : 

O  my  Saviour, 
When  wilt  Thou  return  to  me  ! 

3  Long,  too  long,  in  sin  and  sadness, 

Far  away  from  Thee  I  pine  ; 
When,  oh,  when  shall  I  the  gladness 
Of  Thy  Spirit  feel  in  mine  ! 

O  my  Saviour, 
When  shall  1  be  wholly  Thine  ! 


4  Nearer  is  my  soul's  salvation, 

Spent  the  night,  the  day  at  hand ; 
Keep  me  in  my  lowly  station, 
Watching  for  Thee,  till  I  stand, 

O  my  Saviour, 
In  Thy  bright  and  promised  land ! 

5  With  my  lamp  well-trimmed  and  burn- 

ing, 

Swift  to  hear,  and  slow  to  roam, 
Watching  for  Thy  glad  returning, 
To  restore  me  to  my  home, 

Come,  my  Saviour ! 
O  my  Saviour,  quickly  come ! 

DOXOLOGY. 

Great  Jehovah,  we  adore  Thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  ; 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One  ! 


THE    SECOND  ADVENT. 
FINNEY.     8s,  7s  &  4s. 


1  Lo !  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favored  sinners  slain ; 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending 
Swell  the  triumph  of  His  train : 

Hallelujah ! 
Jesus  comes,  He  comes  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty; 
Those  who  set  at  nought,  and  sold  Him, 
Pierced  and  nailed  Him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 

Heaven  and  earth,  shall  flee  away ;  j 
All  who  hate  Him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day ; 

Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment !  come  away ! 

4  Answer  Thine  own  Bride  and  Spirit ; 

Hasten,  Lord,  and  quickly  come ! 
The  new  heaven  and  earth  to  inherit, 
Take  Thy  pining  exiles  home  ! 

All  creation 
Travails,  groans,  and   bids  Thee 

come ! 

5  Yea,  amen  !  let  all  adore  Thee, 

High  on  Thine  eternal  throne ! 


Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdoms  for  Thine  own  ! 

Oh,  come  quickly ! 
Hallelujah  !  come,  Lord,  come ! 

802 

1  Day  of  Judgment,  day  of  wonders  ! 

Hark !  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round : 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound ! 

2  See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine  ! 
Ye,  who  long  for  His  appearing, 
Then  shall  say,  This  God  is  mine ! 

Gracious  Saviour, 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  Thine. 

3  At  His  call,  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  His  look,  prepare  to  flee : 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ! 

4  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 

Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say, — "  Come  near,  ye  blessed ! 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow s 

You  forever 
Shall  My  love  and  glory  know." 


346 


THE    SECOND  ADVENT. 


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When  Thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt 
come 

To  take  Thy  ransomed  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  Thy  right  hand  ? 
I  love  to  meet  Thy  people  now, 
Before  Thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But— can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought — 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  Thou  for  them  shall  call ! 
O  Lord,  prevent  it  by  Thy  grace  ; 
Be  Thou  my  only  Hiding-place, 

In  this  the  accepted  day  : 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  oh,  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear  ; 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray ! 
Among  Thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
Whene'er  the  Archangel's  trump  shall 

To  see  Thy  smiling  face  ;  [sound, 
Then  loudest  of  the  throng  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions 
ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 


804 


Lo,  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand, 

Yet  how  insensible ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me  ere  it  be  too  late ; 

Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  Thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  Thy  bar ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

Then,    Saviour,    then    my   soul  re- 
ceive, 

Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  Thee  above  ; 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full,  supreme  delight, 
And  everlasting  love. 


THE    SECOND  ADVENT. 


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1  And  will  the  Judge  descend, 

And  must  the  dead  arise, 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

2  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  before  His 
face 

Astonished  shrink  away? 

3  But  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark,  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

4  Ye  sinners,  seek  His  grace 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  His  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

5  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled  ; 
And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 

806 

1  Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

Before  whose  bar  severe, 
With  holy  joy,  or  guilty  dread, 
We  all  shall  soon  appear : 

2  Our  cautioned  souls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day ; 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 
And  stir  us  up  to  pray : 


3  To  pray,  and  wait  the  hour, 

That  awful  hour  unknown, 
When,  robed  in  majesty  and  power, 
Thou   shalt    from    heaven  come 
down, — : 

4  The  Immortal  Son  of  Man, 

To  judge  the  human  race, 
With  all  Thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 
With  all  Thy  glorious  grace. 

5  Oh  may  we  thus  be  found 

Obedient  to  His  word, 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound, 
And  looking  for  our  Lord  ! 

6  Oh  may  we  thus  insure 

Our  lot  among  the  blest ; 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 
An  everlasting  rest. 

807 

1  Waked  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 

I  from  the  grave  must  rise, 
And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crowned, 
And  see  the  flaming  skies. 

2  O  Thou  that  wouldst  not  have 

One  wretched  sinner  die, 
Who  diedst  Thyself  my  soul  to  save 
From  endless  misery! 

3  Show  me  the  way  to  shun 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe  ; 
That  when  Thou  comest  on  Thy  throne, 
I  may  with  joy  appear ! 


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1  The  Lord  will  come  !  the  earth  shall 

quake ; 

The  hills  their  fixed  seat  forsake  ; 
And,  withering,  from  the  vault  of  night 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  will  come  !  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  He  came, 

A  silent  Lamb  to  slaughter  led, 

The  bruised,  the  suffering,  and  the  dead. 

3  The  Lord  will  come  !  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame,  and  robe  of  storm, 
On  cherub  wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Anointed  Judge  of  human  kind  ! 

4  Can  this  be  He,  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, 

By  power  oppressed,  and  mocked  by 
pride, 

The  Nazarene,  the  Crucified  ? 

5  While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, 

"  Rocks,  hide  us  S  mountains,  on  us 
fall !" 

The  saints,  ascending  from  the  tomb, 
Shall   sing  for  joy,  "The   Lord  is 
come !" 

809 

1  That  day  of  wrath  !  that  dreadful  day 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass 

away! 

What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day? 

2  When,  shriveling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll ; 


When  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the 
dead ! 

3  Oh,  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from 
clay, 

Be  Thou  the  trembling  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass 
away ! 

810 

1  The   last   loud  trumpet's  wondrous 

sound 

Does  through  the  rending  tombs  re- 
bound ; 

The  Judge  ascends  His  awful  throne, 
He  makes  each  secret  sin  be  known, 
And  all  with  shame  confess  their  own. 

2  Thou  great  Creator  of  mankind, 
Amazing  fears  o'erwhelm  my  mind ; 
My  sins  my  heart  with  anguish  rend ; 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Friend, 
Do  not  forsake  me  in  the  end ! 

3  Thou  who  for  me  didst  feel  such  pain, 
Whose  precious  blood  the  cross  did 

stain, 

Let  not  those  agonies  be  vain ; 
Cancel  my  debt,  too  great  to  pay, 
Before  the  last  accounting  day. 

4  From  that  insatiable  abyss, 

Where  flames  devour,  where  Satan  is, 
Oh  save  and  bring  me  to  Thy  bliss ; 
Give  to  my  ransomed  soul  a  place 
Among  thy  chosen  right-hand  race. 


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1  Behold  the  Bridegroom  cometh  in  the  middle  of  the  night, 

And  blest  is  he  whose  loins  are  girt,  whose  lamp  is  burning  bright ; 
But  woe  to  that  dull  servant  whom  the  Master  shall  surprise 
With  lamp  untrimmed,  unburning,  and  with  slumber  in  his  eyes ! 

2  Do  thou,  my  soul,  beware,  beware,  lest  thou  in  sleep  sink  down, 
Lest  thou  be  given  o'er  to  death,  and  lose  the  golden  crown ; 
But  see  that  thou  be  sober,  with  watchful  eyes,  and  thus 

Cry,  "  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  God,  have  mercy  upon  us  !" 

3  That  day,  the  day  of  fear,  shall  come  :  my  soul,  slack  not  thy  toil, 
But  light  thy  lamp,  and  feed  it  well,  and  make  it  bright  with  oil ; 
Who  knowest  not  how  soon  may  sound  the  cry  at  eventide, 

"  Behold,  the  Bridegroom  comes  !    Arise  !  Go  forth  to  meet  the  Bride." 

4  Beware,  my  soul !  beware,  beware,  lest  thou  in  slumber  lie, 
And,  like  the  five,  remain  without  and  knock  and  vainly  cry ; 

But  watch,  and  bear  thy  lamp  undimmed,  and  Christ  shall  gird  thee  on 
His  own  bright  wedding-robe  of  light,  the  glory  of  the  Son. 


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METCALF.     7s  &  6s. 


812 

1  Rejoice,  all  ye  believers, 

And  let  your  lights  appear ; 
The  evening  is  advancing, 

And  darker  night  is  near : 
The  Bridegroom  is  arising, 

And  soon  He  draweth  nigfh : 
Up  !  pray,  and  watch,  and  wrestle  ! 

At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 

2  The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near ; 
Go  meet  Him  as  He  cometh, 

With  hallelujahs  clear : 
The  marriage-feast  is  waiting, 

The  gates  wide-open  stand  ; 
Up,  up,  ye  heirs  of  glory ! 

The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand. 

3  Our  Hope  and  Expectation, 

O  Jesus,  now  appear  ; 
Arise,  Thou  Sun  so  longed  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere  ! 
With  heart  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead,  O  Lord,  to  see 
The  day  of  earth's  redemption, 

That  brings  us  unto  Thee  ! 


8i3 

1  The  world  is  very  evil ; 

The  times  are  waxing  late  : 
Be  sober  and  keep  vigil  • 

The  Judge  is  at  the  gate ; 
The  Judge  who  comes  in  mercy, 

The  Judge  who  comes  in  might, 
To  terminate  the  evil, 

And  vindicate  the  right. 

2  Prepare  we  then  to  meet  Him  ; 

Let  right  to  wrong  succeed  ; 
Let  penitential  sorrow 

To  heavenly  gladness  lead : 
So  may  we  sound  His  praises, 

Who  from  destruction  saved, 
Bore  with  us  in  defilement, 

And  from  defilement  laved. 

3  Far,  far,  as  we  have  wandered, 

And  deep  as  is  our  fall, 
His  mercies  never  fail  us, 

Who  freely  pardons  all ; 
Who  bids  His  grace  abounding: 

Love's  mightiness  display, 
And  David's  royal  fountain 

Purge  every  sin  away. 


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1  Day  of  anger !  that  dread  day- 
Shall  the  sign  in  heaven  display, 
And  the  earth  in  ashes  lay ! 

Oh  what  trembling  shall  appear 
When  His  coming  shall  be  near, 
Who  shall  all  things  strictly  clear  : 
When  the  trumpet  shall  command, 
Through  the  tombs  of  every  land, 
All  before  the  throne  to  stand ! 

2  What  shall  I  before  Him  say? 
How  shall  I  be  safe  that  day 
When  the  righteous  scarcely  may  ! 
King  of  awful  majesty, 

Saving  sinners  graciously, 
Fount  of  mercy,  save  Thou  me  ! 
Leave  me  not,  my  Saviour, — one 
For  whose  soul  Thy  course  was  run, 
Lest  I  be  that  day  undone ! 

3  Thou  didst  toil  my  soul  to  gain, 
Didst  redeem  me  with  Thy  pain ; 
Be  such  labor  not  in  vain ! 
Thou  just  Judge  of  wrath  severe, 
Grant  my  sins  remission  here, 


Ere  Thy  reckoning  day  appear  ! 
My  trangressions  grievous  are, 
Scarce  look  up  for  shame  I  dare  : 
Lord,  thy  guilty  suppliant  spare  ! 

Thou  didst  heal  the  sinner's  grief, 
And  didst  hear  the  dying  thief: 
Even  I  may  hope  relief. 
All  unworthy  is  my  prayer  ; 
Make  my  soul  Thy  mercy's  care, 
And  from  fire  eternal  spare  ! 
Place   me  with  Thy  sheep  —  that 
band 

Who  shall  separated  stand 

From  the  goats,  on  Thy  right  hand  I 

When  Thy  voice  in  wrath  shall  say, 
"  Cursed  ones,  depart  away  !" 
Call  me  with  the  blest,  I  pray ! 
Lord,  Thine  ear  in  mercy  bow ; 
Broken  is  my  heart  and  low ; 
Guard  of  my  last  end  be  Thou ! 
In  that  day,  that  mournful  day, 
When  to  judgment  wakes  our  clay, 
Show  me  mercy,  Lord,  I  pray ! 


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815 

1  Eternity  !  eternity ! 

How  long  art  thou,  eternity ! 
A  moment's  pleasure  sinners  know, 
Through  which  they  pass  to  endless  woe ; 
A  moment's  woe  the  righteous  taste, 
Through  which  to  endless  joys  they  haste 

Mark  well,  O  man,  eternity! 

2  Eternity  !  eternity  ! 
Awful  art  thou,  eternity! 

Who  looks  to  thee,  alone  is  wise: 
Sin's  pleasures  all  he  can  despise, 
The  world  attracts  him  now  no  more, 
His  love  to  vain  delights  is  o'er: 
His  thoughts  are  on  eternity. 

3  Eternity  !  eternity  ! 

How  dreadful  is  eternity! 
O  Thou  eternal  King  and  God, 
Here  prove  us  with  Thy  chastening  rod, 
Here  let  us  all  Thy  judgments  bear; 
Hereafter  Lord  in  mercy  spare: 

Oh  spare  us  in  eternity! 


THE    SECOND  ADVENT. 


353 


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1  Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear ! 

The  end  of  things  created  ! 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated ; 
The  trumpet  sounds,  the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contained  before  ; 

Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  Him. 

2  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise, 

At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding, 
Caught  up  to  meet  Him  in  the  skies, 

With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding ; 
No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay ; 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 

On  those  prepared  to  meet  Him. 


But  sinners,  filled  with  guilty  fears, 
Behold  His  wrath  prevailing ; 

For  they  shall  rise,  and  find  their  tears 
And  sighs  are  unavailing  : 

The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone ; 

Trembling  they  stand  before  the  throne, 
All  unprepared  to  meet  Him. 

Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear ! 

The  end  of  things  created ! 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  : 
Beneath  His  cross  I  view  the  day 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 

And  thus  prepare  to  meet  Him. 


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1  In  us  the  hope  of  glory, 

O  risen  Lord,  art  Thou; 
The  first-fruits  of  the  Spirit 
Are  in  us  now. 

2  Yet  still  in  dust  and  ashes 

Before  Thy  throne  we  kneel; 
And  in  our  hearts  is  hidden 
Thy  living  seal. 

3  The  whole  creation  groaneth 

In  prison  chains  for  Thee : 
Oh  rend  the  veil  asunder, 
And  set  us  free. 

4  Raise  up  Thy  holy  sleepers, 

And  change  Thy  saints  on  earth, 
In  all,  as  one,  revealing 

The  second  birth. 

5  Oh  come  in  all  Thy  glory, 

Our  great  Immanuel ! 
Come  forth,  our  Prince  and  Saviour, 
With  us  to  dwell ! 

6  Bring  Thine  eternal  Sabbath, 

Bring  Thine  eternal  day, 
And  cause  all  grief  and  sighing 
To  flee  away. 

7  To  Thee,  Almighty  Father, 

O  Saviour,  unto  Thee, 
To  Thee,  Creator- Spirit, 
All  glory  be  ! 


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1  Spirit,  leave  thy  house  of  clay  ! 

Lingering  dust,  resign  thy  breath ! 
Spirit,  cast  thy  chains  away ! 

Dust,  be  thou  dissolved  in  death ! 
Thus  the  Almighty  Saviour  speaks 

While  the  faithful  Christian  dies ; 
Thus  the  bonds  of  life  He  breaks, 

And  the  ransomed  captive  flies. 

2  Prisoner,  long  detained  below, 

Prisoner,  now  with  freedom  blest, 
Welcome  from  a  world  of  woe, 

Welcome  to  a  Land  of  Rest ! 
Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sing, 

As  they  bear  the  soul  on  high, 
While  with  hallelujahs  ring 

All  the  regions  of  the  sky. 

3  Grave,  the  guardian  of  our  dust, 

Grave,  the  treasury  of  the  skies, 
Every  atom  of  thy  trust 

Rests  in  hope  again  to  rise : 
Hark!  the  j udgment-trumpet  calls ! 

Soul,  rebuild  thy  house  of  clay, 
Immortality  thy  walls, 

And  Eternity  thy  day ! 

8l9 

1  See,  the  ransomed  millions  stand, 
Palms  of  conquest  in  their  hand ; 
This  before  the  Throne  their  strain: 
"  Hell  is  vanquished,  death  is  slain ; 


Blessing,  honor,  glory,  might, 
Are  the  Conqueror's  native  right ; 
Thrones  and  powers  before  Him  fall, 
Lamb  of  God,  and  Lord  of  all !" 

2  Hasten,  Lord,  the  promised  hour ; 
Come  in  glory  and  in  power ; 
Still  Thy  foes  are  unsubdued  ; 
Nature  sighs  to  be  renewed  • 
Time  has  nearly  reached  its  sum, 
All  things  with  Thy  Bride  say,  Come ! 
Jesus,  whom  all  worlds  adore, 
Come,  and  reign  forevermore  ! 

820 

1  Hark  !  that  shout  of  rapturous  joy, 

Bursting  forth  from  yonder  cloud  ! 
Jesus  comes,  and  through  the  sky 

Angels  tell  their  joy  aloud. 
Hark  !  the  trumpet's  awful  voice 

Sounds  abroad  through  sea  and 
land  ! 

Let  His  people  now  rejoice, 
Their  redemption  is  at  hand. 

2  See  !  the  Lord  appears  in  view ; 

Heaven  and  earth  before  Him  fly : 
Rise,  ye  saints,  He  comes  for  you, 

Rise  to  meet  Him  in  the  sky : 
Go,  and  dwell  with  Him  above 

Where  no  foe  can  e'er  molest ; 
Happy  in  the  Saviour's  love, 

Ever  blessing,  ever  blest. 


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THE    SECOND  ADVENT. 


NORTHFIELD.     C.  M. 


821 

1  Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 

To  our  believing  eyes ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  passed  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  skies. 

2  From  the  third  heaven  where  God 

resides, 
That  holy,  happy  place, . 
The  New  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorned  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing, 
"  Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  your  descending  King. 

4  "  The  God  of  glory,  down  to  men, 

Removes  His  blest  abode  ; 
Men,  the  dear  objects  of  His  grace, 
And  He  their  loving  God. 

5  "His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  weeping  eye  ; 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and 
fears, 

And  death  itself  shall  die !" 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  oh,  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay? 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

822 

1  The  whole  creation  groans,  and  waits, 
Till  we  who  love  Thee,  Lord, 
Shall  stand  within  Thy  temple  gates, 
And  shine,  the  sons  of  God. 


2  The  sons  of  God,  how  bright  they 

shine  ! 
No  mortal  eye  can  see ; 
We  sinners  shall  be  made  divine  ; 
We  shall  be  one  with  Thee. 

3  One  with  the  Lord  and  all  His  saints, 

Thy  nature  in  our  own, 
Thy  crown  our  rich  inheritance, 
Heirs  to  Thy  royal  throne  1 

823 

1  As  Jesus  died  and  rose  again, 

Victorious,  from  the  dead, 
So  His  disciples  rise,  and  reign 
With  their  triumphant  Head. 

2  The  time  draws  nigh  when  from  the 

clouds 

Christ  shall  with  shouts  descend ; 
And  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
The  heavens  and  earth  shall  rend. 

3  Then  they  who  live  shall  changed  be, 

And  they  who  sleep  shall  wake  ; 
The  graves  shall  yield  their  ancient 
charge, 

And  earth's  foundation  shake. 

4  The  saints  of  God,  from  death  set  free, 

With  joy  shall  mount  on  high ; 
The  heavenly  host  with  praises  loud 
Shall  meet  them  in  the  sky. 

5  Together  to  their  Father's  house 

With  joyful  hearts  they  go, 
And  dwell  forever  with  the  Lord 
Beyond  the  reach  of  woe. 


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1  Descend  from  heaven,  Immortal  Dove  ! 
Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  Thy  wings, 
And  mount  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things  ! 

2  Oh  for  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight, 
Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
There  sits  our  Saviour  crowned  with 
Clothed  in  a  body  like  our  own.  [light, 

3  Adoring  saints  around  Him  stand, 
And  thrones  and  powers  beforeHim  fall; 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the 

Man, 

And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all. 

4  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
That  I  shall  mount  to  dwell  above, 
And  stand  and  bow   amongst  them 

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And  view  Thy  face,  and  sing,  and  love  ? 

825 

1  As  when  the  weary  traveller  gains 
The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if  'cross  the  plains, 
He  eyes  his  home,  though  distant  still : 

2  Thus  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views 
By  faith  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

3  'Tis  there,  he  says,  I  am  to  dwell 
With  Jesus  in  the  realms  of  day ; 
Then  I  shall  bid  my  cares  farewell, 
And  He  will  wipe  my  tears  away ! 


826  Psalm  1 7. 

1  What  sinners  value  I  resign ; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  Thou  art  mine  ; 
I  shall  behold  Thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show, 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ! 

3  Oh  glorious  hour  !  oh  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  sur- 
prise, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise ! 

827 

1  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here :" 
This  may  distress  the  worldly  mind, 
But  should  not  cost  the  saint  a  tear, 
Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find. 

2  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here  :" 
We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight, 
Zion  its  name,  the  Lord  is  there, 
It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

3  O  sweet  abode  of  peace  and  love, 
Where  pilgrims  freed  from  toil  are  blest, 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  fly  to  thee,  and  be  at  rest ! 


358  HEAVEN. 


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828 

1  Though  nature's  strength  decay, 

And  earth  and  hell  withstand, 
To  Canaan's  bounds  I  urge  my  way 

At  His  command : 
The  watery  deep  I  pass, 

With  Jesus  in  my  view, 
And  through  the  howling  wilderness 

My  way  pursue. 

2  The  goodly  land  I  see, 

With  peace  and  plenty  blest ; 
A  land  of  sacred  liberty, 

And  endless  rest : 
There  milk  and  honey  flow, 

And  oil  and  wine  abound  ; 
And  trees  of  life  forever  grow, 

With  mercy  crowned. 

3  There  dwells  the  Lord  our  King, 

The  Lord  our  Righteousness  ; 
Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  sin, 
The  Prince  of  Peace, 


On  Zion's  sacred  height, 
His  kingdom  still  maintains, 

And,  glorious  with  His  saints  in  light, 
Forever  reigns. 

4  He  keeps  His  own  secure, 

He  guards  them  by  His  side  ; 
Arrays  in  garments  white  and  pure 

His  spotless  Bride ; 
With  streams  of  sacred  bliss, 

With  groves  of  living  joys, 
With  all  the  fruits  of  Paradise, 

He  still  supplies. 

5  Before  the  great  Three-One 

They  all  exulting  stand, 
And  tell  the  wonders  He  hath  done, 

Through  all  their  land  ; 
The  listening  spheres  attend 

And  swell  the  growing  fame, 
And  sing,  in  songs  which  never  end, 

The  wondrous  Name ! 


HEAVEN. 


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WOODLAND.     C.  M. 


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829 

1  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 

To  mourning  wanderers  given ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distrest, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 

'T  is  found  above,  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 
When  tossed  on   life's  tempestuous 
shoals, 

Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 
And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given,. 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom ; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb, 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

830 

1  Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long; 

'T  is  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father,  to  Thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There  the  blest  Man,  my  Saviour,  sits, — 

The  God  !  how  bright  He  shines  !— 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs,  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  throne  around  ; 


And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains, 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs ; 

Jesus,  Thy  love  they  sing ; 
Jesus,  the  Life  of  all  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

5  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song, 

And  be  an  angel  too ; 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue, 
Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 

831 

1  How  bright  these  glorious  spirits  shine ! 

Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
How  came  they  to  the  blissful  seats 
Of  everlasting  day  ? 

2  Lo!  these  are  they  from  sufferings 

great 

Who  came  to  realms  of  light, 
And  in  the  blood  of  Christ  have  washed 
These  robes  which  shine  so  bright. 

3  Now,  with  triumphal  pahns,  they  stand 

Before  the  throne  m  high, 
And  serve  the  God  they  love,  amid 
The  glories  of  the;  sky. 

4  The  Lamb  that  dwells  amid  the  throne, 

Shall  o'er  them  still  preside, 
Feed  them  with  nourishment  divine, 
And  all  their  footsteps  guide. 

5  In  pastures  green  He'll  lead  His  flock* 

Where  living  streams  appear ; 
And  God,  the  Lord,  from  every  eye 
Shall  wipe  off  every  tear. 


360 


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t  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers  ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea ; 
And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  : 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold 
flood 

Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

833 

1  On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 


2  Oh,  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God,  the  Son,  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds,  or  poisonous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ! 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  His  bosom  rest ! 

83+ 

1  Oh  for  the  pearly  gates  of  heaven  ! 

Oh  for  the  golden  floor  ! 
Oh  for  the  Sun  of  Righteousness 
That  setteth  nevermore  ! 

2  The  highest  hopes  we  cherish  here, 

How  soon  they  tire  and  faint ! 
How  many  a  spot  defiles  the  robe 
That  wraps  an  earthly  saint ! 

3  Oh  for  a  heart  that  never  sins ! 

Oh  for  a  soul  washed  white  ! 
Oh  for  a  voice  to  praise  our  King, 
Nor  weary,  day  nor  night ! 


835 

1  O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem, 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee ! 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end, 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see ! 
O  happy  harbor  of  God's  saints  ! 

O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ! 
In  thee  no  sorrow  can  be  found, 

Nor  grief,  nor  care,  nor  toil. 

2  No  dimming  cloud  o'ershadows  thee, 

Nor  gloom,  nor  darksome  night; 
But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun, 

For  God  Himself  gives  light. 
Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stone, 

Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square, 
Thy  gates  are  all  of  orient  pearl — 

O  God !  if  I  were  there  ! 


3  Right  through  thy  streets,  with  pleasing 

sound 

The  flood  of  life  doth  flow, 
And  on  the  banks,  on  either  side, 

The  trees  of  life  do  grow : 
Those  trees  each  month  yield  ripened 
fruit, 

For  evermore  they  spring ; 
And  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 
To  thee  their  honors  bring. 

4  There  the  blest  souls  that  hardly  'scaped 

The  snare  of  death  and  hell, 
Triumph  in  joy  eternally, 

Whereof  no  tongue  can  tell. 
O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem ! 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 


362  HEAVEN. 
JENNER.     7s  &.  6s. 


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836 

1  For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country, 

Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep ; 
For  very  love  beholding 

Thy  happy  name  they  weep : 
The  mention  of  thy  glory 

Is  unction  to  the  breast, 
And  medicine  in  sickness, 

And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 

2  Thou  hast  no  shore,'  fair  ocean  ! 

Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day ! 
Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away ! 
Upon  the  Rock  of  Ages 

They  raise  thy  holy  tower ; 
Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel, 

And  thine  the  golden  dower. 


3  O  one,  O  only  mansion  ! 

O  Paradise  of  joy ! 
Where  tears  are  ever  banished, 

And  smiles  have  no  alloy ; 
The  Lamb  is  all  thy  splendor ; 

The  Crucified  thy  praise  ; 
His  laud  and  benediction 

Thy  ransomed  people  raise. 

4  With  jasper  glow  thy  bulwarks, 

Thy  streets  with  emeralds  blaze  ; 
The  sardius  and  the  topaz 

Unite  in  thee  their  rays  ; 
Thine  ageless  walls  are  bonded 

With  amethyst  unpriced ; 
Thy  saints  build  up  its  fabric, 

The  corner-stone  is  Christ. 


HEAVEN. 


363 


JERUSALEM.     C.  M.  Double. 


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1  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
In  joy  and  peace,  in  thee? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built 

walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  Oh  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's 

bloom, 
Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Blest  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy 

scenes, 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below, 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

6  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 


Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

838 

1  Fair  vision  !  how  thy  distant  gleam 

Brightens  time's  saddest  hue  ; 
Far  fairer  than  the  fairest  dream, 
And  yet  how  strangely  true  ! 

2  With  thee  in  view,  how  poor  appear 

The  world's  most  winning  smiles ! 
Vain  is  the  tempter's  subtlest  snare, 
And  vain  hell's  varied  wiles. 

3  Then  welcome  toil,  and  care,  and  pain, 

And  welcome  sorrow  too  ; 
All  toil  is  rest,  all  grief  is  gain, 
With  such  a  prize  in  view, 

4  Come  crown  and  throne,  come  robe 

and  palm, 
Burst  forth,  glad  stream  of  peace ; 
Come,  Holy  City  of  the  Lamb ! 
Rise,  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 

5  When  shall  the  clouds  that  veil  the  rays, 

Forever  be  withdrawn  ? 
Why  dost  thou  tarry,  day  of  days  ? 
When  shall  thy  gladness  dawn  ? 


364 


H  EAVEN. 


CHESTERFIELD.     C.  M. 


839 


1  How  happy  are  the  souls  above, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free  ! 
With  Jesus  they  are  now  at  rest, 
And  all  His  glory  see. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  aloud  they  cry, 

"  That  brought  us  here  to  God  :" 
In  ceaseless  hymns  of  praise  they  shout 
The  virtue  of  His  blood. 

3  With  wondering  joy  they  recollect 

Their  fears  and  dangers  past ; 
And  bless  the  wisdom,  power,  and  love, 
Which  brought  them  safe  at  last. 

4  Lord,  let  the  merit  of  Thy  death 

To  me  be  likewise  given  ; 
And  I,  with  them,  will  shout  Thy  praise 
Eternally  in  heaven. 

840 

1  Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 
Nor  sense  nor  reason  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  hath  prepared 
For  those  that  love  the  Son. 

G  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Reveals  a  heaven  to  come ; 
The  beams  of  glory  in  His  word 
Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 
And  all  the  region  peace  ; 
No  wanton  lip,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  taste  or  see  the  bliss. 


4  Those  holy  gates  forever  bar 
Pollution,  sin,  and  shame  ; 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


84 


1  There  is  a  fold  whence  none  can  stray, 

And  pastures  ever  green, 
Where  sultry  sun,  or  stormy  day, 
Or  night  is  never  seen. 

2  Far  up  the  everlasting  hills, 

In  God's  own  light  it  lies  ; 
His  smile  its  vast  dimension  fills 
With  joy  that  never  dies. 

3  One  narrow  vale,  one  darksome  wave, 

Divides  that  land  from  this  : 
I  have  a  Shepherd  pledged  to  save 
And  bear  me  home  to  bliss. 

4  Soon  at  His  feet  my  soul  will  lie 

In  life's  last  struggling  breath ; 
But  I  shall  only  seem  to  die, 
I  shall  not  taste  of  death. 

5  Far  from  this  guilty  world  to  be 

Exempt  from  toil  and  strife ; 
To  spend  eternity  with  Thee, 
My  Saviour,  this  is  life ! 

DOXOLOGY, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 


H  E AVE  N  . 


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t  Now  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime, 
Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time, 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth ! 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys  ! 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God  ? 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large ; 
Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

843 

1  Eternal  life  !  how  will  it  reign, 
When,  mounting  from  this  breathless 

clod, 

The  soul,  discharged  from  sin  and  pain, 
Ascends  to  enjoy  its  Father,  God ! 

2  Eternal  life  !  how  will  it  bloom 
In  beauty,  on  that  blissful  day 
When,  rescued  from  the  imprisoning 

tomb, 

A  glory  clothes  our  rising  clay ! 

3  Eternal  life  !  oh  how  refined 
The  joy !  the  triumph  how  divine  ! 


When  saints,  in  body  and  in  mind, 
Shall  in  the  Saviour's  image  shine ! 

4  Holy  and  heavenly  be  that  soul 
Where  dwells  a  hope  so  high  as  this  ; 
How  should  we  long  to  reach  the  goal, 
And  seize  the  prize  of  endless  bliss  ! 


844 


1  Still  one  in  life  and  one  in  death, 
One  in  our  hope  of  rest  above, 
One  in  our  joy,  our  trust,  our  faith, 
One  in  each  other's  faithful  love : 

2  Yet  must  we  part,  and  parting  weep  ; 
What  else  has  earth  for  us  in  store  ? 
Our  farewell  pangs,how  sharp  and  deep! 
Our  farewell  words,  how  sad  and  sore  ! 

3  Yet  shall  we  meet  again  in  peace, 
,To  sing  the  song  of  festal  joy, 
Where  none  shall  bid  our  gladness 

cease, 

And  none  our  fellowship  destroy : 

4  Where  none  shall  beckon  us  away, 
Nor  bid  our  festival  be  done  ; 
Our  meeting-time  the  eternal  day, 
Our  meeting-place  the  eternal  throne. 

5  There,  hand  in  hand,  firm-linked  at 

last, 

And  heart  to  heart  enfolded  all, 
We'll  smile  upon  the  troubled  past, 
And  wonder  why  we  wept  at  all. 


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1  What  are  these  in  bright  array, 

This  innumerable  thronsr, 
Round  the  altar,  night  and  day, 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song  ? 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb,  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain, 

New  dominion  every  hour." 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod, 

These  from  great  affliction  came  ; 
Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  His  Almighty  Name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor-palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead  : 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs ; 

Perfect  love  dispels  all  fear ; 
And  forever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tear. 

846 

t  High  in  yonder  realms  of  light, 
Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above, 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 
Happy  in  Immanuel's  love  : 


Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 
Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 

Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 
Torturing  pain  and  heavy  woe. 

2  But  these  days  of  weeping  o'er, 

Passed  this  scene  of  toil  and  pain, 
They  shall  feel  distress  no  more, 

Never,  never  weep  again  : 
'Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

'Mid  the  angelic  lyres  above, 
Hark,  their  songs  melodious  rise, 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love  ! 

3  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 

Calm  and  undisturbed  repose  ; 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene, 

There  no  angry  tempest  blows  : 
Every  tear  is  wiped  away, 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast, 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day, 

Sorrow,  in  eternal  rest. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  our  glorious  King  and  Lord, 
Angels  waiting  on  His  word, 
Saints  that  walk  with  Him  in  white, 
Pilgrims  walking  in  His  light ! 
Glory  to  the  Eternal  One, 
Glory  to  His  Only  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  be, 
Now  and  through  eternity ! 


HEAVEN. 


367 


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1  Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand, 

In  sparkling  raiment  bright, 
The  armies  of  the  ransomed  saints 

Throng  up  the  steeps  of  light : 
'Tis  finished,  all  is  finished, 

Their  fight  with  death  and  sin : 
Fling  open  wide  the  golden  gates, 

And  let  the  victors  in ! 

2  What  rush  of  hallelujahs 

Fills  all  the  earth  and  sky ! 
What  ringing  of  a  thousand  harps 

Bespeaks  the  triumph  nigh ! 
Oh  day  for  which  creation 

And  all  its  tribes  were  made ! 
Oh  joy,  for  all  its  former  woes 

A  thousand  fold  repaid ! 

3  Oh  then  what  raptured  greetings, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore, 
What  knitting  severed  friendships  up, 

Where  partings  are  no  more  ! 
Then  eyes  with  joy  shall  sparkle, 

That  brimmed  with  tears  of  late ; 
Orphans  no  longer  fatherless, 

Nor  widows  desolate. 


848 


1  There  is  a  holy  city, 

A  happy  world  above, 
Beyond  the  starry  regions, 

Built  by  the  God  of  love  ; 
An  everlasting  temple, 

And  saints,  arrayed  in  white, 
There  serve  their  great  Redeemer, 

And  dwell  with  Him  in  light. 

2  The  meanest  child  of  glory 

Outshines  the  radiant  sun ; 
But  who  can  speak  the  splendor 

Of  that  eternal  throne, 
Where  Jesus  sits  exalted, 

In  godlike  majesty! 
The  elders  fall  before  Him, 

The  angels  bend  the  knee. 

3  Is  this  the  Man  of  sorrows, 

Who  stood  at  Pilate's  bar, 
Condemned  by  haughty  Herod, 

And  by  his  men  of  war  ? 
He  seems  a  mighty  Conqueror, 

Who  spoiled  the  powers  below, 
And  ransomed  many  captives 

From  everlasting  woe  ! 


368 


HEAVEN. 


RAMSAY.     H.  M. 


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849 

1  Jerusalem  on  high 

My  song  and  city  is, 
My  home  whene'er  I  die, 

The  centre  of  my  bliss  : 
O  happy  place  !  when  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  Thee,  to  see  Thy  face ! 

2  Thy  walls,  sweet  city,  thine, 

With  pearls  are  garnished ; 
Thy  gates  with  praises  shine, 

Thy  streets  with  gold  are  spread : 
O  happy  place  !  when  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  Thee,  to  see  Thy  face  ! 

3  No  sun  by  day  shines  there, 

Nor  moon  by  silent  night ; 
Oh  no  !  these  needless  are  ; 

The  Lamb's  the  city's  Light : 
O  happy  place !  when  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  Thee,  to  see  Thy  face  ! 

4  Sweet  place  !  sweet  place  alone  ! 

The  court  of  God  Most  High, 
The  Heaven  of  heavens,  the  throne 

Of  spotless  majesty : 
O  happy  place  !  when  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  Thee,  to  see  Thy  face ! 


5  1  nere  dwells  my  l^ora,  my  King, 

Judged  here  unfit  to  live  ; 
There  angels  to  Him  sing, 
And  lowly  homage  give  : 
O  happy  place  !  when  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  Thee,  to  see  Thy  face ! 

6  The  Patriarchs  of  old 

There  from  their  travels  cease ; 
The  Prophets  there  behold 

Their  longed-for  Prince  of  Peace : 
O  happy  place  !  when  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  Thee,  to  see  Thy  face ! 

7  The  Lamb's  Apostles  there 

I  might  with  joy  behold, 
The  harpers  I  might  hear 
Harping  on  harps  of  gold : 
O  happy  place  !  when  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  Thee,  to  see  Thy  face ! 

8  The  bleeding  Martyrs,  they 

Within  those  courts  are  found, 
Clothed  in  pure  array, 

Their  scars  with  glory  crowned : 
O  happy  place  !  when  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  Thee,  to  see  Thy  face  ! 


HEAVEN. 


369 


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1  Jerusalem  the  golden, 

With  milk  and  honey  blest ! 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  opprest: 
I  know  not,  oh,  I  know  not 

What  social  joys  are  there ; 
What  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  light  beyond  compare. 

2  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

Conjubilant  with  song, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  all  the  martyr  throng. 
The  Prince  is  ever  in  them  ; 

The  daylight  is  serene ; 
The  pastures  of  the  blessed 

Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen. 


There  is  the  throne  of  David ; 

And  there,  from  care  released, 
The  song  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  shout  of  them  that  feast ;. 
And  they  who  with  their  Leader 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight,, 
For  ever  and  for  ever 

,  Are  clad  in  robes  of  white.. 

O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

Shall  I  e'er  see  thy  face  ? 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country,. 

Shall  I  e'er  win  thy  grace  ?" 
Exult,  O  dust  and  ashes ! 

The  Lord  shall  be  thy  part, 
His  only,  His  for  ever, 

Thou  shalt  be  and  thou-  art ! 


370 


HEAVEN, 


PARADISE.  8,6,8,6,6,6,6,6. 


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O  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 

Who  doth  not  crave  for  rest  ? 
Who  would  not  seek  the  happy  land 

Where  they  that  loved  are  blest : 
Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 

In  God's  most  holy  sight? 

0  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 
'T  is  weary  waiting  here  ; 

1  long  to  be  where  Jesus  is, 
To  feel,  to  see  Him  near : 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 

In  God's  most  holy  sight. 

0  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 
I  want  to  sin  no  more ; 

1  want  to  be  as  pure  on  earth 
As  on  thy  spotless  shore : 


Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through 

In  God's  most  holy  sight. 

4  O  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 

I  greatly  long  to  see 
The  special  place,  my  dearest  Lord 

Is  destining  for  me  : 
Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 

In  God's  most  holy  sight. 

5  O  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 

I  feel  't  will  not  be  long ; 
Patience  !  I  almost  think  I  hear 

Faint  fragments  of  thy  song ! 
Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 

In  God's  most  holy  sight. 


HEAVEN. 

NEW  JERUSALEM.  7,6,7,7,7. 

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1  We  are  on  our  journey  home, 

Where  Christ  our  Lord  is  gone ; 
We  shall  meet  around  His  throne, 
When  He  makes  His  people  one 
||:In  the  new  :||  Jerusalem. 

2  We  can  see  that  distant  home, 

Though  clouds  rise  dark  between; 
Faith  views  the  radiant  dome, 
And  a  lustre  flashes  keen 
||-.  From  the  new:||  Jerusalem. 

3  O  glory  shining  far 

From  the  never-setting  Sun! 
O  trembling  morning-star! 
Our  journey's  almost  done 
II- To  the  new: ||  Jerusalem. 

4  O  holy,  heavenly  Home! 

O  rest  eternal  there ! 
When  shall  the  exiles  come 

Where  they  cease  from  earthly  care 
|| :  In  the  new  :||  Jerusalem. 

5  Our  hearts  are  breaking  now 

Those  mansions  fair  to  see; 
O  Lord,  Thy  heavens  bow, 
And  raise  us  up  with  Thee, 
II:  To  the  new  :||  Jerusalem. 


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MORNING  HYMN.     L  M. 


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1  Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Wake  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who,  all  night  long,  unwearied  sing 
High  praise  to  the  Eternal  King. 

3  Glory  to  Thee  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  whilst  I  slept ! 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall 

wake, 

I  may  of  endless  light  partake  ! 

4  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  Thee  renew ; 
Disperse  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and 

will, 

And  with  Thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

5  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their 
might, 

In  Thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

854 

1  God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 
The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies  : 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  east 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins ; 


And,  without  weariness  or  rest, 
Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and 
shines. 

3  Oh,  like  the  sun  may  I  fulfil 
The  appointed  duties  of  the  day ; 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will, 
March  on  and  keep  my  heavenly  way. 

4  But  I  shall  rove,  and  lose  the  race, 
If  God  my  Sun  should  disappear, 
And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wide  maze, 
To  follow  every  wandering  star. 

5  Give  me  Thy  counsel  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  Thy  bliss  : 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 

Are  faint  and  cold  compared  with  this. 


855 


1  My  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love ! 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou   spread'st  the  curtains  of  the 

night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  Thy  command ; 
To  Thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  Thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


MORNING. 


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1  Lord  God  of  morning  and  of  night, 
We  thank  Thee  for  Thy  gift  of  light  : 
As  in  the  dawn  the  shadows  fly, 

We  seem  to  find  Thee  now  more  nidi 

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2  Fresh  hopes  have  wakened  in  our  hearts, 
Fresh  energy  to  do  our  parts  ;  [store, 
Thy  thousand  sleeps  our  strength  re- 
A  thousand-fold  to  serve  Thee  more. 

3  Yet  whilst  Thy  will  we  would  pursue, 
Oft  what  we  would  we  cannot  do ; 
The  sun  may  stand  in  zenith  skies, 
But  on  the  soul  thick  midnight  lies. 

4  O  Lord  of  lights  !  'tis  Thou  alone 
Canst  make  our  darkened  hearts  Thine 

own ; 

Though  this  new  clay  with  joy  we  see, 

0  Dawn  of  God,  we  cry  for  Thee ! 

'  5  Praise  God,  our  Maker  and  our  Friend  ! 
Praise  Him  through  time,  till  time  shall 
end ! 

Till  psalm  and  song  His  Name  adore 
Through  Heaven's  great  day  of  Ever- 
more ! 

857 

1  In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid, 

1  safely  passed  the  silent  night ; 
Again  I  see  the  breaking  shade, 
I  drink  again  the  morning  light. 

2  New-born,  I  bless  the  waking  hour ; 
Once  more,  with  awe,  rejoice  to  be ; 
My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  power, 
And  springs,  my  guardian  God,  to  Thee! 


3  Oh  guide  me  through  the  various  maze 
My  doubtful  feet  are  doomed  to  tread  • 
And  spread  Thy  shield's  protecting 

blaze, 

When  dangers  press  around  my  head. 

4  A  deeper  shade  will  soon  impend ; 
A  deeper  sleep  mine  eyes  oppress  ; 
Yet  then  Thy  strength  shall  still  defend, 
Thy  goodness  still  delight  to  bless. 

5  That  deeper  shade  shall  break  away ; 
That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  mine  eyes; 
Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day, 

Thy  love,  the  rapture  of  the  skies. 

858 

1  New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove, 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely 

brought, 

Restored  to  life,and  power,and  thought. 

2  New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 
Hover  around  us  while  we  pray ; 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 
New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of 

heaven. 

3  If,  on  our  daily  course,  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find, 

New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

4  O  could  we  learn  that  sacrifice, 
What  lights  would  all  around  us  rise  ! 
How  would  our  hearts  with  wisdom  talk 
Along  life's  dullest,  dreariest  walk ! 


374 


MORNING. 


PETERBOROUGH.     C.  M. 


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1  Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  His  Name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  sound  ; 
Wide  as  the  heaven  on  which  He  sits 

To  turn  the  seasons  round, 
j  'Tis  He  supports  my  mortal  frame  ; 

My  tongue  shall  speak  His  praise ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  His  wrath  to  flame; 

And  yet  His  wrath  delays. 

4  A  thousand  wretched  souls  are  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun ; 
And  yet  Thou  lengthenest  out  my 
thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

5  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  Thine, 

While  I  enjoy  the  light : 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 

860 

1  Giver  and  Guardian  of  our  sleep, 

To  praise  Thy  Name  we  wake  ; 
Still,  Lord,  Thy  helpless  servants  keep, 
For  Thine  own  mercy's  sake  ! 

2  The  blessing  of  another  day 

We  thankfully  receive ; 
Oh  may  we  only  Thee  obey, 
And  to  Thy  glory  live. 


3  Upon  us  lay  Thy  mighty  hand  ; 

Our  words  and  thoughts  restrain  ; 
And  bow  our  souls  to  Thy  command, 
Nor  let  our  faith  be  vain. 

4  Prisoners  of  hope,  we  wait  the  hour 

Which  shall  salvation  bring  ; 
When  all  we  are  shall  own  Thy  power, 
And  call  our  Jesus,  King. 

861 

1  Lord  of  my  life,  oh  may  Thy  praise 

Employ  my  noblest  powers, 
Whose  goodness  lengthens  out  my  days, 
And  fills  the  circling  hours. 

2  While  many  spent  the  night  in  sighs, 

And  restless  pains  and  woes, 
In  gentle  sleep  I  closed  my  eyes, 
And  undisturbed  repose. 

3  Oh  let  the  same  Almighty  care 

My  waking  hours  attend ; 
From  every  danger,  every  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 

4  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 

And  guide  my  future  days ; 
And  let  Thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 


MORNING. 


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1  Forth  in  Thy  Name,  O  Lord,  I  go, 
My  daily  labor  to  pursue  ; 

Thee,  only  Thee,  resolved  to  know 
In  all  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do. 

2  The  task  Thy  wisdom  hath  assigned 
Oh  let  me  cheerfully  fulfil ; 

In  all  my  works  Thy  presence  find, 
And  prove  Thy  good  and  perfect  will. 

3  Thee  may  I  set  at  my  right  hand, 
Whose  eyes  my  inmost  substance  see ; 
And  labor  on  at  Thy  command, 

And  offer  all  my  works  to  Thee. 

4  Give  me  to  bear  Thine  easy  yoke, 
And  every  moment  watch  and  pray;  « 
And  still  to  things  eternal  look, 

And  hasten  to  Thy  glorious  day. 

5  Fain  would  I  still  for  Thee  employ 
Whate'er  Thy  bounteous  grace  hath 

given, 

And  run  my  course  with  even  joy, 
And  closely  walk  with  Thee  to  Heaven. 

863 

1  O  Jesus,  Lord  of  light  and  grace, 
Thou  Brightness  of  the  Father's  face, 
Thou  Fountain  of  eternal  light, 
Whose  beams  disperse  the  shades  of 

night ! 

2  Come,  Holy  Sun  of  heavenly  love, 
Come  in  Thy  radiance  from  above, 
And  to  our  inward  hearts  convey 
The  Holy  Spirit's  cloudless  ray. 


3  So  we  the  Father's  help  will  claim,^ 
And  sing  the  Father's  glorious  Name, 
And  His  Almighty  grace  implore 
That  we  may  stand,  to  fall  no  more. 

4  May  He  our  actions  deign  to  bless, 
And  loose  the  bonds  of  wickedness  ; 
From  sudden  falls  our  feet  defend, 
And  guide  us  safely  to  the  end. 

5  May  faith,  deep  rooted  in  the  soul, 
Subdue  our  flesh,  our  minds  control  ; 
May  guile  depart,  and  discord  cease, 
And  all  within  be  joy  and  peace. 

6  O  hallowed  thus  be  every  day ! 
Let  meekness  be  our  morning  ray, 
Our  faith  like  noontide  splendor  glow, 
Our  souls  the  twilight  never  know ! 

864  Psalm  141. 

1  My  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 
Like  morning  incense  in  Thy  house ; 
And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise, 
Sweet  as  the  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,. 

Lord, 

From  every  rash  and  heedless  word  ; 
Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  sinners  lead., 

3  Oh  may  the  righteous,  when  I  stray,, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wandering  way  * 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  sheds 
Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head.. 


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1  Jesus,  be  near  us  when  we  wake  ; 

And,  at  the  break  of  day, 
With  Thy  blest  touch  awake  the  soul 
Her  meed  of  praise  to  pay. 

2  The  star  that  heralds  in  the  morn 

Is  fading  in  the  skies ; 
The  darkness  melts :   O  Thou  true 
Light ! 
Upon  our  souls  arise. 

3  Steep  all  our  senses  in  Thy  beam  ; 

The  world's  false  night  expel ; 
Purge  each  defilement  from  the  soul, 
And  in  our  bosoms  dwell. 

4  Come,  early  Faith !  fix  in  our  hearts 

Thy  root  immovably ; 
Come,smiling  Hope!  and,  last  not  least, 
Immortal  Charity ! 

5  To  God  the  Father  glory  be, 

And  to  His  only  Son ; 
The  same,  O  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee, 
While  ceaseless  ages  run  ! 

866 

i  Son  of  the  carpenter,  receive 
This  humble  work  of  mine ; 
Worth  to  my  meanest  labor  give 
By  joining  it  to  Thine. 
•2,  Servant  of  all,  to  toil  for  man 
Thou  didst  not,  Lord,  refuse  ; 
Thy  majesty  did  not  disdain 
To  be  employed  for  us  ! 


3  Thy  bright  example  I  pursue, 

To  Thee  in  all  things  rise ; 
And  all  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do, 
Is  one  great  sacrifice. 

4  Careless  through  outward  cares  I  go, 

From  all  distraction  free  : 
My  hands  are  but  engaged  below, 
My  heart  is  still  with  Thee. 

5  Oh  when  wilt  Thou,  my  Life,  appear  ? 

Then  gladly  will  I  cry, 
'Tis  done,the  workThou  gav'st  me  here, 
Tis  finished,  Lord  ! — and  die  ! 

867 

1  O  God,  that  madest  earth  and  sky, 

The  darkness  and  the  day, 
Give  ear  to  this  Thy  family, 
And  help  us  when  we  pray ! 

2  The  cross  our  Master  bore  for  us, 

For  Him  we  fain  would  bear  • 
But  mortal  strength  to  weakness  turns, 
And  courage  to  despair. 

3  Then  mercy  on  our  failings,  Lord ! 

Our  sinking  faith  renew  ! 
And  when  Thy  sorrows  visit  us, 
Oh  send  Thy  patience  too  ! 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God,  whom  we  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


MORNING. 


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1  Behold  the  morning  sun 

Begins  his  glorious  way ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gospel  comes 

It  spreads  diviner  light ; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  Thy  word, 

And  all  Thy  judgments  just ; 
Forever  sure  Thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  men  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  Thy  directions  given  ! 
Oh  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven. 

869 

1  We  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee, 

Thou  Day-star  from  on  high  ; 
The  sun  itself  is  but  Thy  shade, 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2  Oh  let  Thy  rising  beams 

Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 
And  let  the  glories  of  Thy  love 
Come  like  the  morning  light ! 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now  ! 

How  dark  and  sad  before  ! 
With  joy  we  view  the  pleasing  change, 
And  nature's  God  adore. 


4  May  we  this  life  improve 
To  mourn  for  errors  past ; 
And  live  this  short,  revolving  day 
As  if  it  were  our  last. 


87 


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1  Still  with  Thee,  O  my  God, 

I  would  desire  to  be  ;  • 
By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  would  be  still  with  Thee : 

2  With  Thee,  when  dawn  comes  in, 

And  calls  me  back  to  care  ; 
Each  day  returning  to  begin 
With  Thee,  my  God,  in  prayer : 

3  With  Thee,  amid  the  crowd 

That  throngs  the  busy  mart, 
To  hear  Thy  voice,  'mid  clamor  loud, 
Speak  softly  to  my  heart : 

4  With  Thee,  when  day  is  done, 

And  evening  calms  the  mind ; 
The  setting  as  the  rising  sun 
With  Thee  my  heart  would  find. 

5  With  Thee,  when  darkness  brings 

The  signal  of  repose, 
Calm  in  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings, 
Mine  eyelids  I  would  close. 

6  With  Thee,  in  Thee,  by  faith 

Abiding  I  would  be  ; 
By  day,  by  night,  in  life,  in  death, 
I  would  be  still  with  Thee. 


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WOODSTOCK.     C.  M. 


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1  I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love,  in  solitude,  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear ; 
•And  all  His  promises  to  plead 
Where  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore  ; 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love,  by  faith,  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

872 

1  Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 

From  strife  and  tumult  far ; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree ; 
And  seem  by  Thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  Thee. 


3  There,  if  Thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode ; 
Oh  !  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love,. 
She  then  communes  with  God. 

4  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life  ! 

Sweet  Source  of  light  divine, 
And — all  harmonious  names  in  one — 
My  Saviour ! — Thou  art  mine  ! 

873' 

1  Hail,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day  ! 

Begone,  disturbing  care ! 
And  look,  my  soul,  from  earth  away 
To  Him  who  heareth  prayer. 

2  How  sweet  the  tear  of  penitence, 

Before  His  throne  of  grace, 
While  to  the  contrite  spirit's  sense, 
He  shows  His  smiling  face. 

3  How  sweet,  through  long-remembered 

years, 
His  mercies  to  recall, 
And  pressed  with  wants,  and  griefs, 
and  fears, 
To  trust  His  love  for  all. 

4  How  sweet  to  look,  in  thoughtful  hope, 

Beyond  this  fading  sky, 
And  hear  Him  call  His  children  up 
To  His  fair  home  on  high. 

5  Calmly  the  day  forsakes  our  heaven 

To  dawn  beyond  the  west ; 
So  let  my  soul  in  life's  last  even, 
Retire  to  glorious  rest. 


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Abide  with  me !    Fast  falls  the  eventide ; 
The  darkness  deepens  ;  Lord,  with  me  abide  ! 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  oh  abide  with  me ! 

Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see ; 

0  Thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me ! 

1  need  Thy  presence  every  passing  hour; 

What  but  Thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's  power  ? 
Who  like  Thyself  my  Guide  and  Stay  can  be  ? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  oh  abide  with  me ! 
I  fear  no  foe,  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless  ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness : 
Where  is  death's  sting  ?  where,  grave,  thy  victory  ? 
I  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me  ! 

Hold  then  Thy  cross  before  my  closing  eyes  ; 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to  the  skies  ; 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain  shadows  flee 
In  life,  in  death,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me ! 


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THE  LAST  BEAM.  ios. 


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1  Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shining, 
Father  in  heaven,  the  day  is  declining ; 
Safety  and  innocence  fly  with  the  light, 
Temptation  and  danger  walk  forth  with  the  night : 
From  the  fall  of  the  shade  till  the  morning  bells  chime, 
Shield  me  from  danger,  save  me  from  crime  ! 

Father,  have  mercy,  Father,  have  mercy, 

Father,  have  mercy,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord ! 

2  Father  in  heaven,  oh  hear  when  we  call ! 
Hear,  for  Christ's  sake,  who  is  Saviour  of  all  ■ 
Feeble  and  fainting,  we  trust  in  Thy  might ; 

In  doubting  and  darkness,  Thy  love  be  our  light ; 

Let  us  sleep  on  Thy  breast  while  the  night  taper  burns, 

Wake  in  Thy  arms  when  morning  returns. 

Father,  have  mercy,  Father,  have  mercy, 

Father  have  mercy,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord ! 


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876 

1  O  Lord,  another  day  is  flown, 

And  we,  a  lonely  band, 
Are  met  once  more  before  Thy  throne, 
To  bless  Thy  fostering  hand. 

2  And  wilt  Thou  bend  a  listening  ear 
.  To  praises  low  as  ours  ? 

Thou  wilt,  for  Thou  dost  love  to  hear 
The  song  which  meekness  pours. 

3  And  Jesus,  Thou  Thy  smiles  wilt  deign, 

As  we  before  Thee  pray ; 
For  Thou  didst  bless  the  infant  train, 
And  we  are  less  than  they. 

4  Oh  let  Thy  grace  perform  its  part, 

And  let  contention  cease  ; 
And  shed  abroad  in  every  heart 
Thine  everlasting  peace ! 

5  Thus    chastened,    cleansed,  entirely 

A  flock  by  Jesus  led  ;  [Thine, 
The  Sun  of  Holiness  shall  shine 
In  glory  on  our  head. 

6  And  Thou  wilt  turn  our  wandering  feet, 

And  Thou  wilt  bless  our  way ; 
Till  worlds  shall  fade,  and  faith  shall 
The  dawn  of  lasting  day.  [greet 

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i  'T  was  in  the  watches  of  the  night 
I  thought  upon  Thy  power j 
I  kept  Thy  lovely  face  in  sight 
Amidst  the  darkest  hour. 


2  My  flesh  lay  resting  on  my  bed, 

My  soul  arose  on  high  : 
My  God,  my  Life,  my  Hope,  I  said, 
Bring  Thy  salvation  nigh ! 

3  My  spirit  labors  up  Thy  hill, 

And  climbs  the  heavenly  road  ; 
But  Thy  right  hand  upholds  me  still, 
While  I  pursue  my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  stretches  o'er  my  head 

The  shadow  of  Thy  wings  ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in  Thine  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes  and  sings. 


878 


Angels,  where'er  we  go,  attend 
Our  steps,  whate'er  betide ; 

With  watchful  care  their  charge  defend, 
And  evil  turn  aside. 

Legions  of  bright,  cherubic,  bands, 
Sent  by  the  King  of  kings, 

Rejoice  to  bear  us  in  their  hands, 
And  shade  us  with  their  wings. 

Which  of  the  monarchs  of  the  earth 
Can  boast  a  guard  like  ours  ? 

Encircled  from  our  second  birth 
With  all  the  heavenly  powers. 

Our  guardians  to  that  heavenly  bliss, 

They  all  our  steps  attend ; 
And  God  Himself  our  Father  is, 

And  Jesus  is  our  Friend. 


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TALUS'  EVENING  HYMN.     L  M. 


879 

1  Glory  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  ine,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  Thine  own  Almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace,  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

4  Oh  may  my  soul  on  Thee  repose  ; 
And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close, 
Sleep,  that  may  me  more  vigorous  make 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  PraiseGod  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

880 

1  Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 
Thus  far  His  power  prolongs  my  days  • 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  His  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  He  forgives  my  follies  past, 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  : 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head, 


While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Faith  in  His  Name  forbids  my  fear ; 
Oh  may  Thy  presence  ne'er  depart ; 
And,  in  the  morning,  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  of  Thy  heart. 

5  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground; 
And  wait  Thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

881 

[  Great  God,  to  Thee  my  evening  song 
With  humble  gratitude  I  raise ; 
Oh  let  Thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  hsart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days,  unclouded  as  they  pass, 
And  every  gently  rolling  hour, 

Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  Thy  love  and  power. 

3  And  yet   this  thoughtless,  wretched 

heart, 

Too  oft  regardless  of  Thy  love, 
Ungrateful,  can  from  Thee  depart, 
And,  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove. 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 
Of  Jesus  ;  His  dear  name  alone 

I  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God, 
And  kind  acceptance  at  Thy  throne. 

5  Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eyelids  close  ; 
With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame  ; 
Safe  in  Thy  care  may  I  repose, 

And  wake  with  praises  to  Thy  Name  ! 


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1  Sun  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near  ; 
Oh,  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  servant's  eyes  ! 

2  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live  ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  Thine 
Have  spurned  to-day  the  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin  ■ 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

5  Watch  by  the  sick,  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  Thy  boundless 

store ; 

Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night 
Like  infant's  slumbers,  pure  and  light !  , 

6  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take ; 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 

883 

1  How  great  Thy  mercies,  Lord,  to  me  ! 
Oh  let  me  then  Thy  servant  be, 
Submitting  to  Thy  just  control, 
And  loving  Thee  with  all  my  soul. 


So  shall  I  find  Thee  strong  to  save, 
When  my  last  bed  shall  be  the  grave ; 
The  grave  shall  own  my  Saviour's 
might, 

And  darkness  vanish  at  Thy  sight. 

Only  my  soul  must  now  awake 
From  sleep  of  sin,  for  Thy  dear  sake  ; 
And  then  my  body  shall  arise 
From  sleep  of  death  to  yonder  skies. 

4  'T  is  there  I  hope  Thy  face  to  see, 
The  crown  of  all  felicity ; 

'T  is  there  I  hope  that  rest  to  gain, 
Which  here  I  seek,  but  seek  in  vain. 

5  As  endless  ages  roll  along, 
Endless  shall  be  my  grateful  song ; 
And  Heaven  itself  shall  pass  away 
Before  I  cease  my  vows  to  pay. 

6  Glory  to  God,  who  Israel  keeps, 
Who  never  slumbers,  never  sleeps ; 
Almighty  Power  no  weakness  knows  ; 
Unwearied  Love  asks  no  repose. 

884 

1  I  would  not  wake,  nor  rise  again, 
And  heaven  itself  I  would  disdain, 
Wert  Thou  not  there  to  be  enjoyed, 
And  I  in  hymns  to  be  employed  ! 

2  Heaven  is,  dear  Lord, where'er  Thou  art; 
Oh  never  then  from  me  depart ! 

For,  to  my  soul 't  is  hell  to  be 
But  for  one  moment  void  of  Thee. 


EVENING. 

HEBRON.     L  M. 


885 

1  Jesus,  my  heart  within  me  burns 
To  tell  Thee  all  its  conscious  love  ; 
And  from  earth's  low  delights  it  turns, 
To  taste  a  joy  like  that  above. 

2  When  Thou  to  meet  me  dost  descend, 
In  love  divine,  Thou  Blessed  One, 
The  moments  that  with  Thee  I  spend, 
Seem  e'en  as  heaven  itself  begun. 

3  Though  oft  these  lips  my  love  have  told, 
„   They  still  the  story  would  repeat ; 

To  me  the  rapture  ne'er  grows  old 
That  thrills  me  bending  at  Thy  feet. 

4  I  breathe  my  words  into  Thine  ear ; 
I  seem  to  fix  my  eyes  on  Thine ; 
And  sure  that  Thou  dost  wait  to  hear, 
I  dare  in  faith  to  call  Thee  mine. 

5  Reign  Thou  sole  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
My  all  I  yield  to  Thy  control ; 

Oh  let  me  never  from  Thee  part, 
Thou  Best  Beloved  of  my  soul ! 

886 

1  When  inward  turns  my  searching  gaze, 
And  stains  of  sin  deep  fixed  I  see  y 
When  doubt  and  fear  my  soul  amaze, 
O  Jesus,  come  to  comfort  me  ! 


2  When  heavenward  o'er  the  flinty  way, 
I  tread  with  faltering  feet  and  sore,  - 
And  need  some  arm  of  strength  to  stay, 
O  Jesus,  help  me  evermore  ! 

3  When  faded  like  autumnal  leaves, 
My  heart's  best  hopes  all  withered  lie, 
And  o'er  the  lost  for  earth  it  grieves, 
O  Jesus,  wipe  the  tearful  eye  ! 

4  When  in  the  still  retreat  I  kneel 
To  tell  Thee  all  I  hope  or  fear, 

Let  no  thick  cloud  Thy  face  conceal  • 
O  Jesus,  lend  a  listening  ear  ! 

5  When  glows  with  joy  my  throbbing 

heart, 

And  light  and  gladness  round  me  fall, 
The  sunshine  of  Thy  smile  impart, 
O  Jesus,  brightest,  best  of  all ! 

6  When  springs  my  glad,  unfettered  soul, 
To  seek  her  home  beyond  the  spheres, 
Thee  will  I  praise  while  ages  roll, 

O  Jesus,  mine  to  endless  years ! 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings 
flow ! 

Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ! 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


EVENING. 


385 


BRADEN.     S.  M. 

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887 


1  The  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent ; 

Abide  with  us,  and  rest ; 
Our  hearts'  desires  are  fully  bent 
On  making  Thee  our  guest ! 

2  We  have  not  reached  that  land, 

That  happy  land,  as  yet, 
Where  holy  angels  round  Thee  stand, 
Whose  sun  can  never  set. 

3  Our  sun  is  sinking  now ; 

Our  day  is  almost  o'er ; 
O  Sun  of  Righteousness,  do  Thou 
Shine  on  us  evermore  ! 

888 

1  The  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear ; 
Oh  may  I  ever  keep  in  mind, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  I  lay  my  garments  by, 

Upon  my  bed  to  rest : 
So  death  shall  soon  disrobe  us  all, 
And  leave  my  soul  undrest. 

3  Lord,  keep  me  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  my  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  me  while  I  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  I  early  rise, 

To  view  the  unwearied  sun, 
May  I  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 


And  when  my  days  are  past, 
And  I  from  time  remove, 

Oh  may  I  in  Thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  Thy  love. 


889 


Blest  be  Thy  love,  dear  Lord, 
That  taught  us  this  sweet  way, 

Only  to  love  Thee  for  Thyself, 
And  for  that  love  obey. 

O  Thou,  our  souls'  chief  Hope ! 

We  to  Thy  mercy  fly ; 
Where'er  we  are,  Thou  canst  protect, 

Whate'er  we  need,  supply. 

Whether  we  sleep  or  wake, 

To  Thee  we  both  resign ; 
By  night  we  see,  as  well  as  day, 

If  Thy  light  on  us  shine. 

Whether  we  live  or  die, 

Both  we  submit  to  Thee  ; 
In  death  we  live,  as  well  as  life, 

If  Thine  in  death  we  be. 


890 


To  Thee  our  wants  are  known, 
From  Thee  are  all  our  powers ; 

Accept,  O  Lord !  what  is  Thine  own, 
And  pardon  what  is  ours. 

Oh  grant  that  each  of  us 
Now  met  before  Thee  here, 

May  meet  at  last  together  thus, 
When  Thou  and  Thine  appear. 


386 


EVENING. 


STOCKWELL     8s  &  7s. 


89 


Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing 
Ere  repose  our  eyelids  seal  ; 

Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing ; 
Thou  canst  save,  and  Thou  canst 
heal. 

2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrows  past  us  fly, 
Angel-guards  from  Thee  surround  us  ; 
We  are  safe  if  Thou  art  nigh. 

3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  Thee  • 
Thou  art  He  who,  never  weary, 
Watcheth  where  Thy  people  be. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake 

us, 

And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 


Clad  in  bright  and  deathless  bloom. 


892 


1  Peace  be  to  this  habitation  ! 

Peace  to  all  that  dwell  therein  ; 
Peace,  the  earnest  of  salvation  ; 
Peace,  the  fruit  of  pardoned  sin : 

2  Peace,  that  speaks  the  heavenly  Giver 

Peace,  to  worldly  minds  unknown  ; 
Peace  divine,  that  lasts  forever ; 
Peace,  that  comes  from  God  alone. 

3  Prince  of  Peace,  be  present  near  us ; 

Fix  in  all  our  hearts  Thy  home ; 


With  Thy  gracious  presence  cheer  us  ; 
Let  Thy  sacred  kingdom  come. 

4  Raise  to  Heaven  our  expectation ; 
Give  our  favored  souls  to  prove 
Glorious  and  complete  salvation, 
In  the  realms  of  bliss  above. 

893 

1  Saviour,  who  Thy  flock  art  feeding 

With  the  Shepherd's  kindest  care, 
All  the  feeble  gently  leading, 

While  the  lambs  Thy  bosom  share  ; 

2  Now,  these  little  ones  receiving, 

Fold  them  in  Thy  gracious  arm  ; 
There — we  know, Thy  word  believing— 
Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

3  Never,  from  Thy  pasture  roving, 

Let  them  be  the  lion's  prey ; 
Let  Thy  tenderness,  so  loving, 

Keep  them  all  life's  dangerous  way. 

4  Then,  within  Thy  fold  eternal, 

Let  them  find  a  resting-place, 
Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 
Drink  the  rivers  of  Thy  grace. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Jesus,  Thou  our  praise  dost  merit, 

Glory  ever  be  to  Thee, 
With  the  Father  and  the  Spirit, 

Now  and  through  eternity. 


EVENING. 


387 


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1  Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go ; 
Thy  word  into  our  minds  instil ; 

And  make  our  lukewarm  hearts  to  glow 
With  lowly  love  and  fervent  will. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's 

dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light. 

2  The  day  is  gone,  its  hours  have  run, 
And  Thou  hast  taken  count  of  all,  ' 
The  scanty  triumphs  grace  hath  won, 
The  broken  vow,  the  frequent  fall. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's 

dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light 

3  Grant  us,  dear  Lord,  from  evil  ways 
True  absolution  and  release  ; 

And  bless  us,  more  than  in  past  days, 
With  purity  and  inward  peace. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's 

dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light. 


4  Do  more  than  pardon  ;  give  us  joy, 
Sweet  fear,  and  sober  liberty, 

And  simple  hearts  without  alloy, 
That  only  long  to  be  like  Thee. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's 

dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light. 

5  Labor  is  sweet,  for  Thou  hast  toiled ; 
And  care  is  light,  for  Thou  hast  cared ; 
Ah !  never  let  our  works  be  soiled 
With  strife,  or  by  deceit  ensnared. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's 

dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light. 

5  For  all  we  love,  the  poor,  the  sad, 
The  sinful,  unto  Thee  we  call ; 
Oh  let  Thy  mercy  make  us  glad  ; 
Thou  art  our  Jesus,  and  our  All. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's 

dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light. 


895 

1  God,  that  madest  earth  and  heaven, 

Darkness  and  light ; 
Who  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 

For  rest  the  night ; 
May  Thine  angel-guards  defend  us, 
Slumber  sweet  Thy  mercy  send  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us, 

This  livelong  night. 

2  And  when  morn  again  shall  call  us 

To  run  life's  way, 
May  we  still,  whate'er  befall  us, 

Thy  will  obey : 
From  the  power  of  evil  hide  us, 
In  the  narrow  pathway  guide  us, 
Nor  Thy  smile  be  e'er  denied  us, 

The  livelong  day. 


Guard  us  waking,  guard  us  sleeping, 

And  when  we  die, 
May  we  in  Thy  mighty  keeping 

All  peaceful  lie : 
When  the  last  dread  call  shall  wake  us, 
Do  not  Thou  our  God  forsake  us, 
But  to  reign  in  glory  take  us 

With  Thee  on  high. 

Holy  Father,  throned  in  heaven, 

All  Holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  freely  given, 

Blest  Three  in  One  ! 
Grant  Thy  grace,  we  now  implore  Thee, 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 
And  in  worthier  strains  adore  Thee, 

While  ages  run. 


r  Lord,  Thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray 
I  am  forever  Thine  ; 
I  fear  before  Thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  business  free, 
'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  Thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice, 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith,  my  hope  relies 
Upon  Thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  composed  to 

peace, 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep  ■ 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

897 

1  Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song 

Like  holy  incense  rise  j 
Assist  the  offerings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard  * 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepared. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around ; 


But  oh,  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  Him  that  did 

To  save  my  wretched  soul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  multiplied, 
Fast  as  the  minutes  roll ! 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  Thy  dear  cross  I  flee, 
And  to  Thy  grace  my  soul  resign 
To  be  renewed  by  Thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pardoning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
As  in  the  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

898 

1  Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 

Let  flames  of  love  arise ; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied 

Have  made  up  all  this  day ; 
Minutes    came   quick,  but  mercies 
were 

More  swift,  more  free  than  they. 

3  New  time,  new  favors,  and  new  joys 

Do  a  new  song  require  ; 
Till  we  shall  praise  Thee  as  we  would, 
Accept  our  heart's  desire. 


390 


EVENING 


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1  Inspirer  and  Hearer  of  prayer, 
Thou  Shepherd  and  Guardian  of  Thine, 
My  all  to  Thy  covenant  care 

I  sleeping  or  waking  resign : 
If  Thou  art  my  Shield  and  my  Sun, 
The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me ; 
And  fast  as  my  minutes  roll  on, 
They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  Thee. 

2  Thy  ministering  spirits  descend 

To  watch  while  Thy  saints  are  asleep  ; 
By  day  and  by  night  they  attend, 
The  heirs  of  salvation  to  keep : 
Bright  seraphs,  despatched  from  the 
throne, 

Repair  to  their  stations  assigned  ; 
And  angels  elect  are  sent  clown, 
To  guard  the  redeemed  of  mankind. 

3  Their  worship  no  interval  knows  ; 
Their  fervor  is  still  on  the  wing ; 
And,  while  they  protect  my  repose, 
They  chant  to  the  praise  of  my  King. 


I,  too,  at  the  season  ordained, 
Their  chorus  forever  shall  join, 
And  love  and  adore  without  end 
Their  faithful  Creator  and  mine. 

9OO 

1  My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love, 
His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim, 
And  join  with  the  armies  above 
To  shout  His  adorable  Name : 
To  gaze  on  His  glory  divine 
Shall  be  my  eternal  employ ; 
To  see  it  incessantly  shine, 
My  boundless,  ineffable  joy. 

2  He  freely  redeemed  with  His  blood 
My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell, 
To  live  on  the  smiles  of  my  God, 
And  in  His  sweet  presence  to  dwell  ; 
To  shine  with  the  angels  of  light, 
With  saints  and  with  seraphs  to  sing, 
To  view  with  eternal  delight 

My  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  my  King. 


EVENING. 


391 


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901 

1  Now  with  the  declining  sun 
Day  to  night  is  passing  on : 
So  doth  mortal  life  descend 
Swiftly  to  its  destined  end. 

2  From  the  cross  Thine  arms  spread  wide, 
Fold  the  world,  O  Crucified  ! 

Help  us  love  the  cross ;  in  Thy 
Dear  embrace  help  us  to  die  ! 

3  Glory  to  the  Eternal  One ! 
Glory  to  the  Only  Son ! 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  be 
Now,  and  through  eternity ! 

902 

1  Softly  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 

.  Lord,  I  would  commune  with  Thee ! 

2  Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 
Nought  escapes  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  infirmity, 

Open  fault,  and  secret  sin  ! 

3  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free 

Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  Thee !  | 


4  Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 
All  of  man's  infirmity ; 
Then  from  Thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye  ! 

903 

1  Source  of  light  and  life  divine, 
Thou  didst  cause  the  light  to  shine ; 
Thou  didst  bring  Thy  sunbeams  forth 
O'er  Thy  new  created  earth. 

2  Shade  of  night  and  morning  ray 
Took  from  Thee  the  name  of  Day : 
Now  again  the  shades  are  nigh, 
Listen  to  our  mournful  cry. 

3  May  we  ne'er,  by  guilt  deprest, 
Lose  the  way  to  endless  rest ; 
May  no  thoughts  impure  and  vain 
Draw  our  souls  to  earth  again. 

4  Rather  lift  them  to  the  skies 
Where  our  dear-bought  treasure  lies ; 
Help  us  in  our  daily  strife, 

Make  us  struggle  into  life. 

5  Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Praise  and  glory  be  to  Thee 
Now  and  for  eternity. 


392 


EVENING. 


WORTHING.     8s  &  7s. 


^04-  Psa]m  91- 

1  Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation, 

Rest  beneath  the  Almighty's  shade  ; 
In  His  secret  habitation 

Dwell,  nor  ever  be  dismayed. 

2  There  no  tumult  can  alarm  thee, 

Thou  shalt  dread  no  hidden  snare ; 
Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee, 
In  eternal  safeguard  there. 

3  He  shall  charge  His  angel  legions 

Watch  and  ward  o'er  thee  to  keep, 
Though   thou  walk   through  hostile 
regions, 

Though  in  desert  wilds  thou  sleep. 

4  Since  with  firm  and  pure  affection, 

Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love, 
With  the  wings  of  His  protection 
He  will  shield  thee  from  above. 

5  Thou  shalt  call  on  Him  in  trouble, 

He  will  hearken,  He  will  save ; 
Here,  for  grief  reward  thee  double, 
Crown  with  life  beyond  the  grave. 

9°5 

1  Lo,  the  day  of  rest  declmeth, 

Gather  fast  the  shades  of  night ; 
May  the  Sun  which  ever  shineth, 
Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light ! 

2  While  Thine  ear  of  love  addressing, 

Thus  our  parting  hymn  we  sing, 
Father,  grant  Thine  evening  blessing, 
Fold  us  safe  beneath  Thy  wing ! 


qo6  Psalm  I27- 

1  Vainly  through  night's  weary  hours, 

Keep  we  watch  lest  foes  alarm ; 
Vain  our  bulwarks  and  our  towers, 
But  for  God's  protecting  arm. 

2  Vain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor 

Did  not  God  that  labor  bless  ; 
Vain,  without  His  grace  and  favor, 
Every  talent  we  possess. 

3  Seek  we  then  the  Lord's  Anointed  5 

He  shall  grant  us  peace  and  rest  : 
Ne'er  was  suppliant  disappointed 
Who  to  Christ  his  prayer  addressed. 

907 

1  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour, 

For  the  day  is  passing  by ; 
See,  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 
And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh. 

2  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows, 

Paler  now  the  glowing  west ; 
Swift  the  night  of  death  advances ; 
Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest  ? 

3  Feeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying, 
Lord,  I  cast  myself  on  Thee  ; 

Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness  ; 

While  I  sleep,  still  watch  by  me. 
Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour  ! 

Lay  my  head  upon  Thy  breast 
Till  the  morning,  then  awake  me— 
Morning  of  eternal  rest ! 


EVENING. 


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908 

1  Darkness  was  on  the  deep,  O  Lord, 
Till  through  the  formless  chaos  sped 
Thine  awful  all-creating  word, 

"Let  there  be  light,"  and  darkness  fled. 

2  The  even-tide  and  morning-light 
Thou  didst  unite,  and  call  them  "Day:" 
Now  deepens  over  us  the  night, — 
Lord,  hear  us,  as  with  tears  we  pray. 

3  Oh  leave  us  not  in  sin  and  pain, 
Captive  and  hopeless,  Lord,  to  be  ; 
Or,  reckless  whether  life  we  gain, 

To  wander  wide  of  heaven  and  Thee. 

4  Bring  us  the  heavenly  portal  in, 
Help  us  to  reach  the  blest  award ; 
And  struggling  sore  with  every  sin, 
Holy  to  be,  O  Holy  Lord  ! 

5  Honor  and  praise  be  ever  Thine, 
Father  of  glorious  majesty ; 
Thine,  Son  of  God  !  Spirit  Divine, 
Thine,  now  and  to  Eternity  ! 

909 

1  Throughout  the  hours  of  darkness 

dim, 

Still  let  us  watch  and  raise  the  hymn  ; 
And  in  deep  midnight's  awful  calm, 
Pour  forth  the  soul  in  deepest  psalm. 

2  Amid  the  silence,  else  so  drear, 
Think  the  Almighty  leans  to  hear ; 


Well  pleased  to  list,  at  such  a  time. 
The  wakeful  heart,  in  praise  sublime. 

3  Still  watch  and  pray,  and  raise  the 

hymn, 

Throughout  the  hours  of  darkness  dim  ! 
God  will  not  spurn  the  humblest  guest, 
But  give  us  of  His  holy  rest. 

4  Glory  to  God,  who  is  in  heaven ! 
Praise  to  His  blessed  Son  be  given  1 
Thee,  Holy  Spirit,  we  implore, 

Be  with  us  now  and  evermore ! 

9IO 

1  Soon  shall  a  darker  night  descend, 
And  veil  from  me  yon  azure  skies  ; 
And  soon  shall    death's  oppressive 

hand 

Lie  heavy  on  these  languid  eyes. 

2  Yet  when  beneath  the  dreadful  shade 
I  lay  my  weary  frame  to  rest, 

That  night  shall  not  make  me  afraid ; 
That  bed  the  dying  Saviour  pressed. 

3  Again  emerging  from  the  night, 
I,  like  my  risen  Lord,  shall  rise ; 
Again  drink  in  the  morning  light, 
Pure  at  its  fount  above  the  skies. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son 
Who  rose  from  death,  be  glory  given, 
With  Thee,  O  Holy  Comforter, 
Henceforth,  by  all  in  earth  and  heaven. 


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1  Light  of  the  Immortal  Father's  glory, 

Joyous,  sacred,  heavenly,  blest, 
Jesus  Christ,  we  bow  before  Thee, 

As  the  sunlight  leaves  the  west. 
We  give  Thee  homage,  grateful,  lowly, 

That  the  evening  light  we  see, 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  Holy, 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Three ! 

2  Worthy  art  Thou,  worlds  unending^ 

Son  of  God,  the  Life  and  Light, 
To  receive  a  praise  transcending 

All  created  worth  and  might ; 
Soon  the  star  now  shining  o'er  us, 

All  the  earth,  shall  joyful  see ; 
And  all  tongues  shall  swell  the  chorus: 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Three ! 


EVENING. 


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1  Now  from  labor  and  from  care 

Evening  shades  have  set  me  free : 
In  the  work  of  praise  and  prayer, 

Lord,  I  would  converse  with  Thee  : 
Oh  behold  me  from  above  ; 
Fill  me  with  a  Saviour's  love  ! 

2  Sin  and  sorrow,  guilt  and  woe, 

Wither  all  my  earthly  joys ; 
Nought  can  charm  me  here  below 

But  my  Saviour's  melting  voice  : 
Lord,  forgive,  Thy  grace  restore  ; 
Make  me  Thine  for  evermore  ! 

3  For  the  blessings  of  this  day, 

For  the  mercies  of  this  hour, 
For  the  gospel's  cheering  ray, 

For  the  Spirit's  quickening  power, 
Grateful  notes  to  Thee  I  raise ; 
Oh  accept  my  song  of  praise ! 


1  Heavenly  Father,  Lord  of  all, 

Hear,  and  show  Thou  hear'st  my  call ; 
Let  my  cries  Thy  throne  assail, 

Entering  now  within  the  veil ; 
Give  the  benefits  I  claim ; 

Lord,  I  ask  in  Jesus'  name ! 

2  Meek  and  lowly  be  my  mind, 

Pure  my  heart,  my  will  resigned  ; 
Keep  me  dead  to  all  below, 

Only  Christ  resolved  to  know ; 
Firm  and  disengaged  and  free, 

Seeking  all  my  bliss  in  Thee. 

3  Abba  Father,  hear  Thy  child, 

Now  in  Jesus  reconciled  ! 
Hear,  and  all  the  graces  shower, 

All  the  joy  and  peace  and  power, 
All  my  Saviour  asks  above, 

All  the  life  and  heaven  of  love ! 


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1  Jesus,  lead  us  with  Thy  power 

Safe  unto  the  promised  rest ; 
Hide  our  souls  within  Thy  bosom  : 
Let  us  slumber  on  Thy  breast. 

2  Feed  us  with  the  heavenly  manna, 

Bread  that  angels  eat  above ; 
Let  us  from  the  holy  fountain 
Drink  of  everlasting  love. 

3  Through  the  desert  wild  conduct  us 

With  a  glorious  pillar  bright, 
In  the  day  a  cooling  comfort, 
And  a  cheering  fire  by  night. 

4  Be  our  Guide  in  every  peril, 

Watch  us  hourly  night  and  day ; 
Otherwise  we  err  and  wander 
From  Thy  Spirit  far  away. 

5  In  Thy  presence  we  are  happy; 

In  Thy  presence  we're  secure; 
In  Thy  presence  all  afflictions 
We  can  easily  endure  : 

6  In  Thy  presence  we  can  conquer, 

We  can  suffer,  we  can  die ; 
Far  from  Thee  we  faint  and  languish  ; 
Lord,  our  Saviour,  keep  us  nigh  ! 


915 

1  Hail,  Thou  God  of  grace  and  glory, 

Who  Thy  Name  hast  magnified 
By  redemption's  wondrous  story, 
By  the  Saviour  crucified. 

2  Thanks  to  Thee  for  even-  blessing 

Flowing  from  the  fount  of  love  ; 
Thanks  for  present  good  unceasing, 
And  for  hopes  of  bliss  above. 

3  Hear  us,  as  thus  bending  lowly 

Near  Thy  bright  and  burning  throne, 
We  invoke  Thee,  God  Most  Holy, 
Through  Thy  well-beloved  Son ! 

4  Send  the  baptism  of  Thy  Spirit, 

Shed  the  pentecostal  fire  ; 
Let  us  all  Thy  grace  inherit ; 
Waken,  crown  each  good  desire. 

5  Bind  Thy  people,  Lord,  in  union, 

With  the  sevenfold  cord  of  love  ; 
Breathe  a  spirit  of  communion 
With  the  glorious  hosts  above. 

6  Let  Thy  work  be  seen  progressing ; 

Bow  each  heart  and  bend  each  knee ; 
Till  the  world  Thy  truth  possessing, 
Celebrates  its  Jubilee. 


PRAYER    FOR    THOSE    AT  SEA. 


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1  Eternal  Father,  strong  to  save, 
Whose  arm  hath  bound  the  restless 

wave, 

Who  bid'st  the  mighty  ocean  deep 
Its  own  appointed  limits  keep ; 
Oh  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 
For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea ! 

2  O  Christ,  whose  voice  the  waters  heard 
And  hushed  their  raging  at  Thy  word, 
Who  walkedst  on  the  foaming  deep, 
And  calm  amidst  its  rage  didst  sleep ; 
Oh  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 

For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea  ! 

3  Most  Holy  Spirit,  who  didst  brood 
Upon  the  chaos  dark  and  rude, 
And  bid  its  angry  tumult  cease, 
And  give,  for  wild  confusion,  peace ; 
Oh  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 
For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea ! 

4  O  Trinity  of  love  and  power, 

Our  brethren  shield  in  danger's  hour  ♦ 
From  rock  and  tempest,  fire  and  foe, 
Protect  them  wheresoe'er  they  go  : 


Thus  evermore  shall  rise  to  Thee 
Glad  hymns  of  praise  from  land  and  sea ! 

917 

1  While  o'er  the  deep  Thy  servants  sail, 
Send  Thou,  O  Lord,  the  prosperous 

gale; 

And  on  their  hearts,  where'er  they  go, 
Oh  let  Thy  heavenly  breezes  blow. 

2  If  on  the  morning's  wings  they  fly, 
They  will  not  pass  beyond  Thine  eye ; 
The  wanderer's  prayer  Thou  bend'st 

to  hear, 

And  faith  exults  to  know  Thee  near. 

3  When  tempests  rock  the  groaning  bark, 
Oh  hide  them  safe  in  Jesus'  ark ; 
When  in  the  tempting  port  they  ride, 
Oh  keep  them  safe  at  Jesus'  side. 

4  If  life's  wide  ocean  smile  or  roar, 
Still  guide  them  to  the  heavenly  shore ; 
And  grant  their  dust  in  Christ  may 

♦  sleep, 

Abroad,  at  home,  or  in  the  deep. 


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1  Star  of  peace  to  wanderers  weary ! 

Bright  the  beams  that  smile  on  me; 
Cheer  the  pilot's  vision  dreary, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

2  Star  of  hope !  gleam  on  the  billow ; 

Bless  the  soul  that  sighs  for  Thee , 
Bless  the  sailor's  lonely  pillow, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

3  Star  of  faith !  when  winds  are  mocking 

All  his  toil,  he  flies  to  Thee; 
Save  him  on  the  billows  rocking, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

4  Star  Divine !  oh,  safely  guide  him, 

Bring  the  wanderer  home  to  Thee ; 
Sore  temptations  long  have  tried  him, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 


TIMES    AND  SEASONS. 


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1  Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand  : 
The  opening  year  Thy  mercy  shows  ; 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God ; 
By  His  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  His  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own ; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  Thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  Thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  deprest, 

Be  Thou  our  joy,  and  Thou  our  rest; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 

920 

1  Eternal  Source  of  every  joy, 

Well  may  Thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 

While  in  Thy  temple  we  appear 

To  hail  Thee,  Sovereign  of  the  year. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 
Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the 

whole ; 

The  sun  is  taught  by  Thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

3  The  flowery  spring,  at  Thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air  and  paints  the  land  ; 


The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine 
To  raise  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  autumn,  richly  pours 
Through    all  our   coasts  redundant 

stores ; 

And  winters,  softened  by  Thy  care, 
No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 

5  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and 

days, 

Demand  successive  songs  of  praise ; 
And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 

6  Here  in  Thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  sabbaths  bless  our  eyes  ; 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

921  Psalm  18. 

1  No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 
My  firm  affection,  Lord,  to  Thee ; 
For  Thou  hast  always  been  my  Rock, 
A  Fortress  and  Defence  to  me. 

2  Thou  my  Deliverer  art,  O  God ; 
My  trust  is  in  Thy  mighty  power, 
Thou  art  my  Shield  from  foes  abroad, 
At  home  my  Safeguard  and  my  Tower. 

3  To  Thee  will  I  address  my  prayer, 
To  whom  all  praise  we  justly  owe  ; 
So  shall  I,  by  Thy  watchful  care, 
Be  guarded  safe  from  every  foe. 


9  2  2  Psalm  6s. 

1  How  pleasing  is  Thy  voice 

O  Lord  our  heavenly  King, 
That  bids  the  frost  retire, 

And  wakes  the  lovely  spring. 
The  rains  return,  the  ice  distils, 
And  plains  and  hills  forget  to  mourn. 

2  The  morn,  with  glory  crowned, 

Thy  hand  arrays  in  smiles ; 
Thou  bid'st  the  eve  decline, 

Rejoicing  o'er  the  hills  ; 
Soft  suns  ascend,  the  mild  wind  blows, 
And  beauty  glows  to  earth's  far  end. 

3  Thou  mak'st  the  pastures  green, 

Thou  call'st  the  flocks  abroad  ; 
The  springing  corn  proclaims 

The  footsteps  of  our  God  : 
Both  bird  and  beast  partake  Thy  care, 
And  happy  share  the  general  feast. 


4  Thy  showers  make  soft  the  fields ; 

On  every  side,  behold 
The  ripening  harvests  wave 

Their  loads  of  richest  gold  : 
The  laborers  sing  with  cheerful  voice, 
And,  blest,  rejoice  in  God  their  King. 

5  With  life  He  clothes  the  spring ; 

The  earth  with  summer  warms  ; 
He  spreads  the  autumnal  feast, 

And  rides  in  wintry  storms : 
His  gifts  divine  through  all  appear, 
And  round  the  year  His  glories  shine. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  God  the  Father's  throne, 

Perpetual  honors  raise, 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
And  to  the  Spirit  praise  : 
With  all  our  powers,  Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing,  while  faith  adores. 


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923 

1  While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Nevermore  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream; 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us,  henceforth,  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view: 
Bless  Thy  word  to  young  and  old; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  Thee  above. 


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3  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home ; 
?2  Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  throne 
Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure ; 
Sufficient  is  Thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

5  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home  ! 

925 

1  Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  Name, 

And  humbly  own  to  Thee 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 

2  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave  ; 
Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We're  traveling  to  the  grave. 


3  Great  God,  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things ! 
The  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings ! 

4  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  woe, 

Attends  on  every  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death. 

5  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 
And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God ! 

926 

1  Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 

And  raise  your  voices  high  • 
Awake,  and  praise  that  Sovereign  Love 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies  ; 

Each  moment  brings  it  near  : 
Then,  welcome  each  declining  day ! 
Welcome  each  closing  year ! 

3  Not  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run, 

Nor  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course ! 

Ye  mortal  powers,  decay  ! 
Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Ye  bring  eternal  day. 


TIMES    AND  SEASONS. 


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1  Come,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 

And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master 
appear. 

2  His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 
And  our  talents  improve 

By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labor  of 
love. 

3  Our  life  is  a  dream ; 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away ; 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 

4  The  arrow  is  flown, 
The  moment  is  gone, 
The  millennial  year 

Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's 
here. 

5  Oh  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  His  coming  may  say, 

"  1  have  fought  my  way  through, 
"I  have  finished  the  work  Thou  didst 
give  me  to  do !" 

6  Oh  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ! 

"  Enter  into  My  joy  and  sit  down  on  My 
throne !" 


928 

1  Come,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
With  vigor  arise, 

And  press  to  our  permanent  place  in  the 
skies. 

2  Of  heavenly  birth, 
Though  wandering  on  earth, 
This  is  not  our  place, 

But  strangers  and  pilgrims  ourselves  we 
confess. 

3  No  longing  we  find 
For  the  country  behind ; 
But  onward  we  move, 

And  still  we  are  seeking  a  country  above. 

4  A  country  of  joy 
Without  any  alloy, 
We  thither  repair ; 

Our  hearts  and  our  treasure  already  are 
there. 

5  The  rougher  our  way, 
The  shorter  our  stay ; 
The  tempests  that  rise 

Shall  serve  but  to  hurry  our  souls  to  the 
skies. 

6  The  fiercer  the  blast, 
The  sooner 't  is  past  ; 
The  troubles  that  come 

Shall  come  to  our  rescue,  and  hasten*  us 
home. 


TIMES    AND  SEASONS. 


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1  Our  year  of  grace  is  wearing  to  its  close, 

Its  autumn  storms  are  lowering  from  the  sky : 
Shine  on  us  with  Thy  light,  O  God  most  high ; 

Abide  with  us  where'er  our  pathway  goes, 

Our  Guide  in  toil,  our  Guardian  in  repose. 

2  All  through  the  months  hath  beamed  Thy  cheering  light, 

From  Bethlehem's  Day-star  waxing  ever  on  ; 

Through  every  cloud  Thy  blessed  Sun  hath  shone : 
Earth  may  be  dark  to  them  that  walk  by  sight, 
But  for  Thy  Church  the  day  is  always  bright. 

3  Light  us  in  life,  that  we  may  see  Thy  will, 

The  track  Thy  Hand  hath  ordered  for  our  way  ; 

Light  us  when  shadows  gather  o'er  our  day ; 
Shine  on  us  in  that  passage  lone  and  chill, 
And  then  our  darkness  with  Thy  glory  fill, 

4  Praise  be  to  God  from  earth's  remotest  coast, 

From  lands  and  seas,  and  each  created  race ; 

Praise  from  the  worlds  His  hand  hath  launched  in  space ; 
Praise  from  the  Church,  and  from  the  Heavenly  Host ; 
Praise  to  the  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


1  My  country,  't  is  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing : 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrims'  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring ! 

2  My  native  country,  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble  free, 

Thy  name  I  love  : 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills ; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 

3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song  • 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake, 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake, 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 


4  Our  father's  God,  to  Thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  Thee  we  sing ; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light, 
Protect  us  by  Thy  might, 
Great  God,  our  King ! 

93i 

1  God  bless  our  native  land  ! 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 

Through  storm  and  night : 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  wind  and  wave, 
Do  Thou  our  country  save 

By  Thy  great  might ! 

2  For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God,  above  the  skies  ; 

On  Him  we  wait : 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guarding  with  watchful  eye, 
To  Thee  aloud  we  cry, 

God  save  the  State  ! 


932 

1  God,  the  All-Terrible  !  Thou  who  ordainest 

Thunder  Thy  clarion,  and  lightning  Thy  sword  ! 
Show  forth  Thy  pity  on  high  where  Thou  reignest ; 
Give  to  us  peace  in  our  time,  O  Lord ! 

2  God,  the  Omnipotent !  Mighty  Avenger, 

Watching  invisible,  judging  unheard  ! 
Save  us  in  mercy,  oh  save  us  from  danger ; 
Give  to  us  peace  in  our  time,  O  Lord ! 

3  God,  the  All-Merciful !  earth  hath  forsaken 

Thy  ways  all  holy,  and  slighted  Thy  word : 
Let  not  Thy  wrath  in  its  terror  awaken  ; 
Give  to  us  pardon  and  peace,  O  Lord  ! 

4  So  will  Thy  people,  with  thankful  devotion, 

Praise  Him  who  saved  them  from  peril  and  sword, 
Shouting  in  chorus,  from  ocean  to  ocean, 

Peace  to  the  nations,  and  praise  to  the  Lord  ! 


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1  Like  Israel's  host  to  exile  driven, 

Across  the  flood  the  fathers  fled ; 
Their  hands  bore  up  the  ark  of  Heaven, 
And  Heaven  their  trusting  footsteps 
led, 

Till  on  these  savage  shores  they  trod, 
And  won  the  wilderness  for  God. 

2  Then,  when  their  weary  ark  found  rest, 

Another  Zion  proudly  grew, 
In  more  than  Judah's  glory  dressed, 

With  light  that  Israel  never  knew : 
From  sea  to  sea  her  empire  spread, 
Her  temple  Heaven,  and  Christ  her 
Head. 

3  Then  let  the  grateful  church,  to-day, 

Its  ancient  rite  with  gladness  keep ; 
And  still  our  fathers'  God  display 
His  kindness,  though  the  fathers 
sleep : 

Oh,  bless,  as  thou  hast  blessed  the  past, 
While  earth,  and  time,  and  heaven  shall 
last ! 


934 

1  Faith  of  our  fathers  !  living  still 

In  spite  of  dungeon,  fire,  and  sword, — 
Oh  how  our  hearts  beat  high  with  joy 

Whene'er  we  hear  that  glorious  word ! 
Faith  of  our  fathers  !  Holy  Faith  ! 
We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death. 

2  Our  fathers,  chained  in  prisons  dark, 

W7ere  still  in  heart  and  conscience 
free  : 

How  sweet  would  be  their  children's 
fate, 

If  they,  like  them,  could  die  for  thee !: 
Faith  of  our  fathers  !  Holy  Faith ! 
We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death. 

3  Faith  of  our  fathers  !  we  will  love 

Both  friend  and  foe  in  all  our  strife  ~ 
And  preach  thee  too,  as  love  knows; 
how, 

By  kindly  words  and  virtuous  life  : 
Faith  of  our  fathers  !  Holy  Faith  ! 
We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death. 


408 


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935 

1  Christ,  by  heavenly  hosts  adored, 
Gracious,  mighty,  sovereign  Lord, 
God  of  nations,  King  of  kings, 
Head  of  all  created  things, 

By  the  church  with  joy  confest, 
God  o'er  all  forever  blest ; 
Pleading  at  Thy  throne  we  stand, 
Save  Thy  people,  bless  our  land  ! 

2  By  Thyself,  the  Source  of  grace, 
By  Thy  Headship  of  our  race, 
By  Thy  coming  from  the  skies, 
By  Thine  awful  Sacrifice, 

By  Thy  reign  o'er  all  the  earth 
For  its  new  and  second  birth ; 
In  Thy  merits  let  us  stand, 
Save,  O  Lord,  and  bless  our  land ! 

3  From  all  public  sin  and  shame, 
From  ambition's  grasping  aim, 
From  rebellion,  war,  and  death, 
From  the  pestilential  breath, 
From  dread  famine's  awful  stroke, 
From  oppression's  galling  yoke, 
From  the  judgments  of  Thy  hand  ; 
Spare  Thy  people,  spare  our  land  ! 


4  On  our  fields  of  grass  and  grain 
Drop,  O  Lord,  the  kindly  rain ; 
O'er  our  wide  and  goodly  land 
Crown  the  labors  of  each  hand ; 
Let  Thy  kind  protection  be 
O'er  our  commerce  on  the  sea ; 
Open,  Lord,  Thy  bounteous  hand, 
Bless  Thy  people,  bless  our  land ! 

5  Let  our  rulers  ever  be 

Men  that  love  and  honor  Thee  ; 
Let  the  powers  by  Thee  ordained, 
Be  in  righteousness  maintained ; 
In  the  people's  hearts  increase 
Love  of  piety  and  peace  ; 
Thus,  united  we  shall  stand 
One  wide,  free,  and  happy  land  ! 

6  God  the  Father,  let  Thy  love 
Shine  upon  us  from  above  ; 
God  the  Son,  our  Saviour,  plead, 
With  Thy  blood,  for  all  we  need  ; 
God  the  Holy  Ghost,  impart 
Healing  power  to  every  heart: 
Triune  God,  oh  hear  our  plea, 
Save  us  as  we  trust  in  Thee ! 


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409 


DOWNS.     C.  M. 


Psalm  67. 

1  Shine  on  our  land,  Jehovah,  shine 

With  beams  of  heavenly  grace ; 
Reveal  Thy  power  through  all  our 
coasts, 

And  show  Thy  smiling  face. 

2  Here  fix  Thy  throne  exalted  high, 

And  here  our  Glory  stand ; 
And,  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire, 
Surround  Thy  favorite  land. 

3  When  shall  Thy  name  from  shore  to 

shore 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ! 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 

Sing  loud  with  solemn  voice  ; 
Let  thankful  tongues  exalt  His  praise, 
And  thankful  hearts  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  sovereign 

Judge, 

That  sits  enthroned  above, 
Wisely  commands  the  worlds  He  made, 
In  justice  and  in  love. 

6  Earth  shall  confess  her  Maker's  hand, 

And  yield  a  full  increase  ; 
Our  God  will  crown  His  chosen  land 
With  fruitfulness  and  peace. 

7  God,  the  Redeemer,  scatters  round 

His  choicest  favors  here ; 


While  the  creation's  utmost  bound 
Shall  see,  adore,  and  fear. 

937 

1  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  aright  to  plead 

For  mercies  from  above  : 
Oh  come  and  bless  our  souls  indeed, 
With  light  and  joy  and  love. 

2  The  gospel's  promised  land  is  wide, 

We  fain  would  enter  in  ; 
But  we  are  pressed  on  every  side 
With  unbelief  and  sin. 

3  Arise,  O  Lord,  enlarge  our  coast, 

Let  us  possess  the  whole  ; 
That  Satan  may  no  longer  boast, 
He  can  Thy  work  control. 

4  Oh  may  Thy  hand  be  with  us  still, 

Our  Guide  and  Guardian  be, 
To  keep  us  safe  from  every  ill 
Till  death  shall  set  us  free. 

5  Help  us  on  Thee  to  cast  our  care, 

And  on  Thy  word  to  rest, 
That  Israel's  God  who  heareth  prayer, 
Will  grant  us  our  request. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God,  whom  we  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


410  HUMILIATION. 
GEER.     C.  M. 


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1  Once  more  the  solemn  season  calls 

A  holy  fast  to  keep  ; 
And  now  within  the  temple  walls 
Both  priests  and  people  weep. 

2  But  vain  all  outward  sign  of  grief, 

And  vain  the  form  of  prayer, 
Unless  the  heart  implore  relief, 
And  penitence  be  there. 

3  We  smite  the  breast,  we  weep  in  vain, 

In  vain  in  ashes  mourn, 
Unless  with  penitential  pain 
The  smitten  soul  be  torn. 

4  In  sorrow  true  then  let  us  pray 

To  our  offended  God, 
From  us  to  turn  His  wrath  away 
And  stay  the  uplifted  rod. 

5  O  God,  our  Judge  and  Father,  deign 

To  spare  the  bruised  reed  ; 
We  pray  for  time  to  turn  again, 
For  grace  to  turn  indeed. 

6  Blest  Three  in  One,  to  Thee  we  bow ; 

Vouchsafe  us,  in  Thy  love, 
To  gather  from  these  fasts  below 
Immortal  fruit  above. 

939 

1  See,  Gracious  Lord,  before  Thy  throne, 
Thy  mourning  people  bend  ! 
'T  is  on  Thy  sovereign  grace  alone 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 


2  Tremendous  judgments  from  Thy  hand 

Thy  dreadful  power  display; 
Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

3  O  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 

By  Thy  resistless  grace  ; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  Thy  word, 
And  humbly  seek  Thy  face. 

940 

1  Lord,  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne 

And  our  confessions  pour, 
Teach  us  to  feel  the  sins  we  own, 
And  hate  what  we  deplore. 

2  Our  broken  spirit  pitying  see  ; 

True  penitence  impart ; 
Then  let  a  kindling  glance  from  Thee 
Beam  hope  upon  the  heart. 

3  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 

May  we  our  wills  resign  ; 
And  not  a  thought  our  bosoms  share, 
Which  is  not  wholly  Thine. 

4  May  faith  each  weak  petition  fill, 

And  waft  it  to  the  skies, 
And  teach  our  hearts  'tis  goodness  still 
That  grants  it  or  denies. 

5  All  glory  to  the  Father  be, 

All  glory  to  the  Son, 
All  glory,  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee, 
While  endless  ages  run. 


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941 

1  On  Thee,  our  Guardian  God,  we  call, 
Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  we  fall  ; 
And  is  there  no  deliverance  there  ? 
And  must  we  perish  in  despair  ? 

2  See,  we  repent,  we  weep,  we  mourn, 
To  our  forsaken  God  we  turn  ; 

Oh  spare  our  guilty  country !  spare 
The  church  which  Thou  hast  planted 
here. 

3  We  plead  Thy  grace,  indulgent  God, 
We  plead  Thy  Son's  atoning  blood, 
We  plead  Thy  gracious  promises  ; 
And  are  they  unavailing  pleas  ? 

4  These  pleas,  presented  at  Thy  throne, 
Have  brought  ten  thousand  blessings 

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On  guilty  lands  in  helpless  woe : 
Let  them  prevail  to  save  us  too. 

Psalm  20.  ' 

1  Now  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace 

Attend  His  people's  humble  cry ! 
Jehovah  hears  when  Israel  prays, 
And  brings  deliverance  from  on  high. 

2  In  His  salvation  is  our  hope  ; 

And  in  the  name  of  Israel's  God 
Our  troops  shall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  spread  their  flags  abroad. 


3  Now  save  us,  Lord,  from  slavish  fear  ■ 
Now  let  our  hope  be  firm  and  strong, 
Till  Thy  salvation  shall  appear, 

And  joy  and  triumph  raise  the  song. 

943 

1  In  prayer  together  let  us  fall, 
And  cry  for  mercy,  one  and  all, 
And  weep  before  the  Judge,  and  say, 
Oh,  turn  from  us  Thy  wrath  away ! 

2  Thy  grace  have  we  offended  sore 
By  sins,  O  God,  which  we  deplore  j 
Pour  down  upon  us  from  above 
The  riches  of  Thy  pardoning  love. 

3  Remember,  Lord,  though  frail  we  be, 
That  yet  Thine  handiwork  are  we  ; 
Nor  let  the  honor  of  Thy  Name 

Be  by  another  put  to  shame. 

4  Forgive  the  sin  that  we  have  wrought, 
Increase  the  good  that  we  have  sought ; 
That  we  at  length,  our  wanderings  o'er, 
May  please  Thee  here  and  evermore. 

5  Blest  Three  in  One  and  One  in  Three, 
Almighty  God,  we  pray  to  Thee, 
That  Thou  wouldst  now  vouchsafe  to 

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1  Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-home ! 
All  is  safely  gathered  in, 

Ere  the  winter  storms  begin  ; 
God  our  Maker  doth  provide 
For  our  wants  to  be  supplied  : 
Come  to  God's  own  temple,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-home  ! 

2  All  the  world  is  God's  own  field, 
Fruit  unto  His  praise  to  yield  ; 
Wheat  and  tares  together  sown, 
Unto  joy  or  sorrow  grown  : 
First  the  blade,  and  then  the  ear, 
Then  the  full  corn  shall  appear : 
Lord  of  Harvest,  grant  that  we 
Wholesome  grain  and  pure  may  be  ! 


3  For  the  Lord  our  God  shall  come, 
And  shall  take  His  harvest  home ; 
From  His  field  shall  in  that  day 
All  offences  purge  away ; 

Give  His  angels  charge  at  last 
In  the  fire  the  tares  to  cast ; 
But  the  fruitful  ears  to  store 
In  His  garner  evermore. 

4  Even  so,  Lord,  quickly  come 
To  Thy  final  Harvest-home  ! 
Gather  Thou  Thy  people  in 
Free  from  sorrow,  free  from  sin, 
There,  forever  purified, 

In  Thy  presence  to  abide  : 

Come,  with  all  Thine  angels,  come, 

Raise  the  glorious  Harvest-home  ! 


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1  Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song ; 
Praises  to  our  God  belong ; 
Saints  and  angels,  join  to  sing 
Praises  to  the  heavenly  King. 

2  Blessings  from  His  liberal  hand 
Flow  around  this  happy  land ; 
Kept  by  Him,  no  foes  annoy ; 
Peace  and  freedom  we  enjoy. 

3  Here  beneath  a  virtuous  sway 
May  we  cheerfully  obey  ; 
Never  feel  oppression's  rod  ; 
Ever  own  and  worship  God. 

4  Hark  !  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings ; 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
And  the  grateful  notes  prolong. 

94"6  Psalm  65. 

1  Praise  on  Thee  in  Zion's  gates, 
Daily,  O  Jehovah,  waits  : 
Unto  Thee,  O  God,  belong 
Grateful  words  and  holy  song. 

2  Thou  the  Hope  and  Refuge  art 
Of  remotest  lands  apart ; 
Distant  isles  and  tribes  unknown, 
'Mid  the  ocean  waste  and  lone. 

3  Thou  dost  visit  earth,  and  rain 
Blessings  on  the  thirsty  plain, 


From  the  copious  founts  on  high, 
From  the  rivers  of  the  sky. 

4  Thus  the  clouds  Thy  power  confess, 
And  Thy  paths  drop  fruitfulness, 
And  the  voice  of  song  and  mirth 
Rises  from  the  tribes  of  earth. 

947  Psalm  I36- 

1  Praise,  oh  praise  our  God  and  King, 
Hymns  of  adoration  sing ; 

For  His  mercies  still  endure 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  Praise  Him  that  He  made  the  sun 
Day  by  day  his  course  to  run ; 
And  the  silver  moon  by  night, 
Shining  with  her  gentle  light. 

3  Praise  Him  that  He  gave  the  rain 
To  mature  the  swelling  grain  ; 
And  hath  bid  the  fruitful  field 
Crops  of  precious  increase  yield. 

4  Praise  Him  for  our  harvest-store, — 
He  hath  filled  the  garner-floor, — 
And  for  richer  food  than  this, 
Pledge  of  everlasting  bliss. 

5  Glory  to  our  bounteous  King  ! 
Glory  let  Creation  sing  ! 
Glory  to  the  Father,  Son, 

And  blest  Spirit,  Three  in  One  1 


414  THE    ANGELIC  HYMN. 

GLORIA  IN  EXCELSIS.    No.  i. 


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1  Glory  be  to  |  God  on  |  high,  ||  and  on  earth  |  peace,  good-  |  will  toward  |  men. 

2  We  praise  Thee,  we  bless  Thee,  we  |  worship  |  Thee,  ||  we  glorify  Thee,  we 

give  thanks  to  |  Thee  for  |  Thy  great  |  glory. 


3  O  Lord  God,  |  heavenly  |  King,  ||  God  the  |  Father  ]  Al-  ]  might}-. 

4  O  Lord,  the  only  begotten  Son,  |  Jesus  |  Christ ;  ||  O  Lord  God,  Lamb  of  ] 

God,  Son  I  of  the  I  Father, 


... 

5  That  takest  away  the  |  sins  '  of  the  |  world,  ||  have  mercy  |  upon  |  us. 

6  Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  "  of  the  |  world,  ||  have  mercy  |  upon  |  us. 

7  Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  1  of  the  |  world,  ||  re-  |  eeive  our  |  prayer. 

8  Thou  that  sittest  at  the  right  hand  of  |  God  the  |  Father,  ||  have  mercy  |  up- 

on |  us. 


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9  For  Thou  |  only  '  art  |  holy  ;  ||  Thou  |  only  |  art  the  |  Lord  ; 
io  Thou  only,  O  Christ,  with  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost,  ||  art  most  high  in  the  |  glory 
of  |  God  the  |  Father.  ||  A-  |  men. 


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GLORIA  IN  EXCELSIS.     No.  2. 


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6  Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  •  of  the  |  world,  ||  have  mercy  |  upon  |  us. 

7  Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  *  of  the  |  world,  ||  re-  |  ceive  our  |  prayer. 

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10  Thou  only,  O  Christ,  with  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost,  ||  art  most  high  in  the  |  glory  • 
of  I  God  the  I  Father.  ||  A-  |  men. 


416  HYMN    OF  AMBROSE. 


TE  DEUM  LAUDAMUS.  No. 


949 

i  We  praise  |  Thee,  O  |  God :  ||  we  acknowledge  |  Thee  to  |  be  the  |  Lord ;  2 
3  To  Thee  all  Angels  |  cry  a- 1  loud,  ||  the  Heavens,  and  |  all  the  |  Powers  *  there- 
|  in.  4 

6  The  glorious  company  of  the  Apostles  |  praise  —  |  Thee ;  ||  the  goodly  fellow- 
ship of  the  I  Prophets  |  praise  —  |  Thee ;  7 
8  The  Father  of  an  |  infi-nite  |  Majesty  ;||  Thine  adorable,  |  true,  and  |  only  |  Son;  9 


2  All  the  earth  doth  |  worship  j  Thee,  ||  the  |  Father  |  ever-  |  lasting.  3 
4  To  Thee  Cherubim  and  |  Sera-  |  phim,  ||  con-  |  tinual-  |  ly  do  |  cry,  5 
7  The  noble  army  of  Martyrs  |  praise  —  |  Thee ;  ||  the  Holy  Church  throughout 

all  the  world  |  doth  ac-  |  knowledge  |  Thee,  8 
9  Also  the  I  Holy  |  Ghost,  ||  the  |  Com  |  fort-  —  |  er.  10 


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HYMN    OF  AMBROSE. 


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•  of  the  |  Father. 

n  When  Thou  tookest  upon  Thee  to  de-  |  liver  |  man,  ||  Thou  didst  humble  Thy- 
self to  be  |  born  —  |  of  a  |  virgin. 

12  When  Thou  hadst  overcome  the  |  sharpness  "  of  |  death,  ||  Thou  didst  open 

the  kingdom  of  |  heaven  *  to  |  all  be-  [  lievers. 

13  Thou  sittest  at  the  right  |  hand  of  |  God,  ||  in  the  |  glory  |  of  the  |  Father. 

14  We  believe  that  |  Thou  shalt  |  come,  ||  shalt  |  come  to  |  be  our  |  Judge. 

15  We  therefore  pray  Thee  |  help  Thy  |  servants,  ||  whom  Thou  hast  redeemed 

I  with  Thy  |  precious  |  blood. 

16  Make  them  to  be  numbered  |  with  Thy  |  saints,  ||  in  |  glory  |  ever-  |  lasting. 

17  O  Lord,  save  Thy  people,  and  |  bless  Thine  |  heritage ;  ||  govern  them,  and  | 

lift  them  |  up  for-  |  ever. 

18  Day  by  day  we  |  magni-fy  |  Thee,  ||  and  we  worship  Thy  Name  ever,  |  world 

with-  I  out  —  I  end. 

19  Vouch-  I  safe,  O  |  Lord,  ||  to  keep  us  |  this  day  |  without  |  sin. 

20  O  Lord,  have  |  mercy  •  up-  |  on  us,  ||  have  |  mercy  |  upon  |  us. 

21  O  Lord,  let  Thy  mercy  |  be  up-  |  on  us,  ||  as  our  |  trust  —  |  is  in  |  Thee. 


be      con-found-ed,      let     me    nev  -  er     be     con  -  found  -  ed. 


418 


HYMN    OF  AMBROSE. 


TE  DEUM  LAUDAMUS.     No.  2. 


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1  We  praise  Thee,  0  God :  we  acknowledge  Thee  to  |  be  the  |  Lord ; 
All  the  earth  doth  worship  Thee,  the  |  Father  |  ever-  |  lasting. 

2  To  Thee  all  Angels  |  cry  a- 1  loud, 

The  Heavens,  and  |  all  the  |  Powers  ■  there-  |  in. 

3  To  Thee  Cherubim  and  |  Sera-  |  phim, 
Con-  I  tinual-  |  ly  do  |  cry, 

4  Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord  God  of  |  Saba-  |  oth ; 

Heaven  and  earth  are  full  of  the  majesty  |  of  Thy  |  glo-  |  ry. 

5  The  glorious  company  of  the  Apostles  |  praise  —  |  Thee ; 

6  The  goodly  fellowship  of  the  |  Prophets  |  praise—  |  Thee; 

7  The  noble  army  of  Martyrs  |  praise  —  |  Thee  ; 

8  The  Holy  Church  throughout  all  the  world  |  doth  ac-  |  knowledge  |  Thee, 
The  Father  of  an  |  in-finite  |  Majes-  |  ty ; 

9  Thine  adorable,  true,  and  |  only  |  Son ; 
Also  the  Holy  j  Ghost,  the  |  Comfort-  |  er. 

10  Thou  art  the  King  of  glory,  |  O  —  |  Christ ; 
Thou  art  the  everlasting  |  Son  —  |  of  the  |  Father. 

1 1  When  Thou  tookest  upon  Thee  to  de-  j  liver  |  man, 
Thou  didst  humble  Thyself  to  be  |  born  —  |  of  a  ]  virgin. 

1 2  When  Thou  hadst  overcome  the  |  sharpness  1  of  |  death, 

Thou  didst  open  the  kingdom  of  heaven  to  |  all  be-  |  liev  |  ers. 

13  Thou  sittest  at  the  right  |  hand  of  |  God, 
In  the  I  glory  |  of  the  |  Father. 

14  We  believe  that  Thou  shalt  come  to  |  be  our  |  Judge. 

We  therefore  pray  Thee  help  Thy  servants,  whom  Thou  hast  redeemed  | 
Thy  I  precious  |  blood. 

15  Make  them  to  be  numbered  |  with  Thy  |  saints, 
In  I  glory  |  ever-  |  lasting. 

16  O  Lord,  save  Thy  people,  and  |  bless  Thine  |  heritage; 
Govern  them,  and  |  lift  them  |  up  for-  |  ever. 

1 7  Day  by  day  we  |  magni-fy  |  Thee  ; 

And  we  worship  Thy  |  Name  ■  ever,  |  world  ■  without  |  end. 

1 8  Vouchsafe,  O  Lord,  to  keep  us  this  clay  |  without  |  sin. 
O  Lord,  have  mercy  upon  us,  have  |  mercy  |  upon  |  us. 

19  O  Lord,  let  Thy  mercy  be  upon  us,  as  our  |  trust  ■  is  in  |  Thee. 

O  Lord,  in  Thee  have  I  trusted,  let  me  |  never  |  be  con-  |  founded. 


NEW    TESTAMENT  HYMNS, 
MAGNIFICAT.     No.  .. 


419 


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1  My  soul  doth  magni-  |  fy  the  |  Lord, 

And  my  spirit  hath  re-  |  joiced  in  |  God  my  |  Saviour. 

2  For  He  hath  regarded  the  low  estate  of  |  His  hand-  |  maiden  : 

For  behold,  from  henceforth  all  gener-  |  ations  •  shall  |  call  me  |  blessed. 

3  For  He  that  is  mighty  hath  done  to  me  I  great  —  I  things 
And  I  holy  I  is  His  |  name. 

4  And  His  mercy  is  on  |  them  that  |  fear  Him, 
From  gener-  |  ation  to  |  gener-  |  ation. 

5  He  hath  showed  strength  |  with  His  |  arm, 

He  hath  scattered  the  proud  in  the  imagi-  |  nation  |  of  their  |  hearts. 

6  He  hath  put  down  the  mighty  |  from  their  j  seats, 
And  exalted  |  them  of  |  low  de-  |  gree. 

7  He  hath  filled  the  hungry  with  |  good  —  I  things 
And  the  rich  He  |  hath  sent  |  empty  •  a-  |  way.  ' 

8  He  hath  holpen  his  |  servant  |  Israel, 
In  re-  |  membrance  |  of  His  |  mercy.' 

9  As  He  spake  to  our  fathers,  to  |  Abra-  I  ham, 
And  I  to  his  |  seed  for-  |  ever. 

10  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  I  Son 
And  I  to  the  I  Holy  I  Ghost; 

n  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be, 
World  I  without    end.    A-  I  men. 


MAGNIFICAT.     No.  2. 

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420 


NEW    TESTAMENT  HYMNS. 


BENEDICTUS.     No.  .. 


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951 

1  Blessed  be  the  Lord  |  God  of  |  Israel, 

For  He  hath  visited  |  and  re-  |  deemed  His  |  people ; 

2  And  hath  raised  up  a  horn  of  sal-  |  vation  |  for  us, 
In  the  house  |  of  His  |  servant  |  David  ; 

3  As  He  spake  by  the  mouth  of  His  |  holy  |  prophets, 
Which  have  been  |  since  the  |  world  be-  |  gan; 

4  That  we  should  be  saved  |  from  our  |  enemies, 
And  from  the  |  hand  of  |  all  that  |  hate  us. 

5  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son, 
And  I  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

6  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be, 
World  I  without  |  end.    A-  |  men. 


BENEDICTUS.     No.  2. 


NUNC  DIMITTIS. 


952 

1  Lord,  now  lettest  Thou  Thy  servant  de-  |  part  in  |  peace, 
Ac-  I  cording  |  to  Thy  |  word. 

2  For  mine  eyes  have  seen  |  Thy  sal-  |  vation, 

Which  Thou  hast  prepared  before  the  |  face  |  of  all  |  people : 

3  A  light  to  I  lighten  '  the  |  Gentiles, 

And  the  glory  of  Thy  |  people  |  Isra-  |  el 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


THE    SERAPHIC    HYMN.  421 


TRISAGION. 


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1  Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord  God  of  Sabaoth ;  Heaven  and  earth  are  full  |  of 

Thy  |  glory. 

2  Hosanna  in  the  highest !    Blessed  is  He  that  cometh  in  the  name  of  the 

Lord.    Ho-  |  sanna  |  in  the  ]  highest ! 


TERSANCTUS. 


-<s>- 

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954 

Therefore  with  Angels,  and  Archan- )  Heaven  f  we  laud  and  magnify  )  N 
gels,  and  with  all  the  Company  of)  '  (      Thy  glorious  ) 


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1  Awake  !  awake  !  put  on  thy  |  strength,  O  |  Zion ; 
Put  on  thy  beautiful  |  garments,  |  O  Je- 1  rusalem  ! 

2  Go  through,  go  through  the  gates,  cast  up,  cast  [  up  the  |  highway ; 
Gather  out  the  stones,  lift  up  a  |  standard  |  for  the  |  people ! 

3  Prepare  ye  the  |  way  ■  of  the  |  Lord ! 

Make  straight  in  the  desert  a  |  highway  |  for  our  |  God  ! 

4  And  the  Redeemer  shall  |  come  to  |  Zion, 

And  unto  them  that  turn  |  from  trans-  |  gression  in  |  Jacob. 

5  O  Jerusalem,  that  |  bringest  good  |  tidings, 
Lift  |  up  thy  |  voice  with  |  strength. 

6  Lift  it  up,  be  |  not  a-  |  fraid, 

Say  unto  the  cities  of  |  Judah,  Be-  |  hold  your  |  God ! 

7  And  the  ransomed  of  the  Lord  shall  return  and  |  come  to  |  Zion 
With  songs  and  everlasting  |  joy  up-  |  on  their  |  heads. 

8  They  shall  obtain  |  joy  and  |  gladness, 

And  sorrow  and  |  sighing  ■  shall  |  flee  a-  |  way. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son, 
And  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be, 
World  |  without  |  end.    A-  |  men. 


CANTICLES. 


423 


CHRISTMAS. 


956 

1  O  Lord,  |  I  will  |  praise  Thee : 

Though  Thou  wast  angry  with  me,  Thine  anger  is  turned  away  |  and  Thou  | 
comfortest  |  me. 

2  Behold  God  is  my  salvation,  I  will  trust  and  |  not  ■  be  a-  |  fraid  ; 

For  the  Lord  Jehovah  is  my  strength  and  my  song,  He  also  is  be-  |  come  —  | 
my  sal-  |  vation : 

3  For  unto  us  a  Child  is  born,  unto  us  a  ]  Son  is  |  given  ; 
And  the  government  shall  |  be  up-  |  on  His  |  shoulder : 

4  And  His  Name  shall  be  called  Wonderful,  Counsellor,  the  |  Mighty  |  God, 
The  Everlasting  |  Father,  ■  the  |  Prince  of  |  Peace. 

5  Cry  out  and  shout,  thou  inhabi-  |  tant  of  |  Zion, 

For  great  is  the  Holy  One  of  |  Israel  •  in  the  |  midst  of  |  thee. 

6  Glory  to  God  |  in  the  |  highest; 

And  on  Earth  |  peace,  good-  |  will  toward  |  men. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son, 
And  I  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be, 
World  I  without  |  end.    A-  |  men. 


424 


CANTICLES. 


GOOD  FRIDAY. 


957  . 

1  He  is  despised  and  re-  |  jected  of  |  men ; 

A  man  of  sorrows,  |  and  ac-  |  quainted  with  |  grief: 

2  And  we  hid  as  it  were  our  |  faces  |  from  Him  ; 

He  was  despised,  and  |  we  es-  |  teemed  *  Him  |  not. 

3  Surely  He  hath  borne  our  griefs,  and  |  carried  "  our  |  sorrows : 

Yet  we  did  esteem  Him  stricken,  |  smitten  *  of  |  God,  ■  and  af-  |  flicted. 

4  But  He  was  wounded  for  |  our  trans-  |  gressions, 
He  was  |  bruised  *  for  |  our  in-  |  iquities ; 

5  The  chastisement  of  our  peace  |  was  up-  |  on  Him ; 
And  with  |  His  stripes  |  we  are  |  healed. 

6  All  we  like  sheep  have  j  gone  a-  |  stray ; 

We  have  turned  every  |  one  to  |  his  own  |  way ; 

7  And  the  Lord  hath  |  laid  on  |  Him 
The  in-  |  iqui  -  ty  |  of  us  |  all. 

8  When  Thou  shalt  make  his  soul  an  |  offering  *  for  |  sin, 
He  shall  see  His  seed,  He  |  shall  pro  -  |  long  His  |  days  : 

9  And  the  pleasure  of  the  Lord  shall  prosper  |  in  His  |  hand. 

He  shall  see  of  the  travail  of  His  soul,  and  |  shall  be  |  satis-  |  fied. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


958 

1  He  will  swallow  up  |  death  in  |  victory, 

And  the  Lord  God  will  wipe  away  |  tears  from  |  off  all  |  faces  ; 

2  And  the  rebuke  of  His  people  shall  He  take  away  from  off  |  all  the  |  earth, 
For  the  |  Lord  hath  |  spoken  |  it. 

3  And  it  shall  be  said  in  that  day,  Lo  |  this  is  •  our  |  God ! 
We  have  waited  for  |  Him  and  |  He  will  |  save  us : 


CANTICLES. 


425 


4  This  |  is  the  |  Lord! 

We  have  waited  for  Him,  we  will  be  glad  and  re-  |  joicein  |  His  sal-  |  vation. 

5  Trust  ye  in  the  |  Lord  for  |  ever, 

For  in  the  Lord  JEHOVAH  is  |  ever-  |  lasting  |  strength. 

6  Why  seek  ye  the  living  a-  |  mong  the  |  dead. 
He  is  not  |  here  —  |  but  is  |  risen. 

7  O  death,  where  |  is  thy  |  sting ! 

O  |  grave,  where  |  is  thy  |  victory ! 

8  Thanks  be  to  God  which  giveth  |  us  the  |  victory, 
Through  our  |  Lord  —  |  Jesus  |  Christ ! 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


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1  Christ,  our  Passover,  is  sacri-  |  need  for  |  us. 
Therefore  |  let  us  |  keep  the  |  feast ; 

2  Not  with  the  old  leaven,  neither  with  the  leaven  of  |  malice  *  and  |  wickedness, 
But  with  the  unleavened  bread  of  sin-  |  ceri-  |  ty  and  |  truth. 

3  Christ,  being  raised  from  the  dead,  |  dieth  *  no  |  more  ; 
Death  hath  no  more  do-  |  minion  |  o-ver  |  Him. 

4  For  in  that  He  died,  He  died  unto  |  sin  —  |  once, 
But  in  that  He  liveth,  He  |  liveth  |  unto  |  God. 

5  Likewise  reckon  ye  also  yourselves  to  be  dead  indeed  |  unto  |  sin, 
But  alive  unto  God  through  |  Jesus  |  Christ  our  |  Lord. 

6  Christ  is  risen  |  from  the  |  dead, 

And  become  the  first-  |  fruits  of  |  them  that  |  slept, 

7  For  since  by  |  man  came  |  death, 

By  man  came  also  the  resur-  |  rection  |  of  the  |  dead. 

8  For  as  in  Adam  |  all  —  |  die, 

Even  so  in  Christ  shall  |  all  be  |  made  a-  ]  live. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son, 
And  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be, 
World  |  without  |  end.    A-  |  men. 


426  CANTICLES. 
ASCENSION. 


960 

1  O  clap  your  hands,  |  all  ye  |  people 

Shout  unto  I  God  *  with  the  |  voice  of  |  triumph. 

2  God  is  gone  up  |  with  a  |  shout ; 

The  Lord  with  the  |  sound  —  |  of  a  |  trumpet. 

3  Sing  praises  to  |  God,  sing  |  praises, 

Sing  praises  |  unto  *  our  |  King,  sing  |  praises. 

4  Lift  up  your  heads,  O  ye  gates,  and  be  ye  lifted  up,  ye  ever-  |  lasting  |  doors 
And  the  King  of  |  glory  |  shall  come  |  in. 

5  Who  is  this  |  King  of  |  glory  ? 

The  Lord  strong  and  mighty,  the  |  Lord  —  |  mighty  ;  in  |  battle ! 

6  Lift  up  your  heads,  O  ye  gates,  even  lift  them  up,  ye  ever-  |  lasting  |  doors ! 
And  the  King  of  |  glory  |  shall  come  |  in. 

7  Who  is  this  |  King  of  |  glory  ? 

The  Lord  of  Hosts,  |  He  *  is  the  |  King  of  |  glory ! 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son, 
And  I  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be, 
World  I  without  |  end.    A-  |  men. 


CANTICLES. 


427 


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1  Thou  hast  as-  |  cended  *  on  |  high, 
Thou  hast  |  led  cap-  |  tivity  |  captive  ; 

2  Thou  hast  received  |  gifts  for  |  men, 

Yea,  for  the  rebellious  also,  that  the  Lord  |  God  might  |  dwell  a-  |  mong  them. 

3  Blessed  |  be  the  |  Lord  ! 

Who  daily  |  loadeth  |  us  with  |  benefits. 

4  I  will  pour  water  upon  |  him  ■  that  is  |  thirsty, 
And  floods  up-  |  on  the  |  dry  —  |  ground. 

5  I  will  pour  my  Spirit  up-  |  on  thy  |  seed, 
And  my  |  blessing  *  up-  |  on  thine  |  offspring ; 

6  And  they  shall  spring  up  as  a-  |  mong  the  |  grass, 
As  willows  |  by  the  |  water  |  courses. 

7  And  the  Spirit  and  the  |  Bride  say,  |  Come ! 
And  let  |  him  that  |  heareth  '  say,  |  Come  ! 

8  And  let  him  that  is  a-  |  thirst  —  |  come, 

And  whosoever  will  let  him  take  the  |  water  '  of  |  life  —  |  freely. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  [  Son, 
And  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be, 
World  |  without  |  end.    A-  |  men. 


428  ARTICLES    OF    FAITH  AND 

THE  APOSTLES'  CREED. 


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1  I  believe  in  God  the  Father  Almighty,  Maker  of  |  heaven  and  |  earth  : 
And  in  Jesus  Christ  His  |  only  |  Son  our  |  Lord  ; 

2  Who  was  conceived  by  the  Holy  Ghost,  born  of  the  Virgin  Mary,  suffered 

under  Pontius  Pilate,  was  crucified,  |  dead  and  |  buried ; 

He  descended  into  hell  \  the  third  day  He  |  rose  a-  |  gain  *  from  the  |  dead. 

3  He  ascended  into  heaven ;  and  sitteth  on  the  right  hand  of  God  the  |  Fa- 

ther *  Al-  I  mighty ; 
From  thence  He  shall  come  to  |  judge  the  |  quick  *  and  the  |  dead. 

4  I  believe  in  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

The  Holy  Catholic  Church ;  the  communion  of  saints ;  the  forgiveness  of 
sins  ;  the  resurrection  of  the  body ;  and  the  |  life  —  |  ever-  |  lasting.  [[ 
A-  I  men. 


THE  LORD'S  PRAYER. 


963 

Our  Father,  who  art  in  Heaven,  hallowed  |  be  Thy  |  Name ; 

Thy  kingdom  come.    Thy  will  be  done  on  earth  as  it  |  is  in  |  Heaven. 

Give  us  this  day  our  |  daily  |  bread; 

And  forgive  us  our  debts  as  we  for-  |  give  our  |  debtors ; 

And  lead  us  not  into  temptation,  but  deliver  |  us  from  |  evil ; 

For  Thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  power,  and  the  glory,  for-  |  ever.    A  |  men. 


THE    LORD'S    PRAYER.  429 


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Our  Father,  who  art  in  Heaven,  hallowed  |  be  Thy  |  Name ; 

Thy  kingdom  come.    Thy  will  be  done  on  |  earth  *  as  it  |  is  in  [  Heaven. 

Give  us  this  day  our  |  daily  |  bread ;  , 

And  forgive  us  our  debts  as  |  we  for-  |  give  our  |  debtors ; 

And  lead  us  not  into  temptation,  but  deliver  |  us  from  |  evil ; 
For  Thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  power,  and  the  |  glory,  •  for-  |  ever.  •  A-  | 
men. 


Q64  THE  NICENE  CREED. 

1  We  believe  in  one  God,  the  |  Father  Al-  |  mighty, 

Maker  of  heaven  and  earth,  and  of  all  things  |  visi-ble  |  and  in-  |  visible. 

2  And  in  one  Lord  |  Jesus  |  Christ, 

The  Only  Begotten  Son  of  God,  begotten  of  His  Father  be-  |  fore  —  |  all  —  | 
worlds : 

3  God  of  God,  Light  of  Light,  very  God  of  |  very  |  God ; 
Be-  I  gotten  |  not  —  |  made ; 

4  Being  of  one  substance  |  with  the  |  Father, 
By  I  whom  all  |  things  were  |  made ; 

5  Who,  for  us  men,  and  for  our  salvation  came  |  down  from  |  heaven, 
And  was  incarnate  by  the  Holy  Ghost  |  of  the  |  Virgin  |  Mary, 

6  And  was  |  made  —  |  man : 

And  was  crucified  also  for  us  |  under  |  Pontius  |  Pilate, 

7  He  suffered,  and  was  buried ;  and  the  third  day  He  a-  |  rose  a-  |  gain 
According  to  the  Scriptures :  and  as-  |  cended  |  into  |  heaven, 

8  And  sitteth  on  the  right  hand  |  of  the  |  Father ; 

And  He  shall  come  again  with  glory  to  judge  both  the  quick  and  the  dead ; 
whose  I  kingdom  |  shall  have  ■  no  |  end. 

9  And  in  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost, 

Who  I  spake  —  |  by  the  |  prophets ; 

10  And  one  Holy,  Catholic,  and  Apos-  [  tolic  |  Church: 

We  acknowledge  one  baptism  |  for  the  ■  re  |  mission  •  of  |  sins : 

1 1  We  look  for  the  resurrection  |  of  the  |  dead, 
And  the  life  of  the  |  world  to  |  come.    A-  |  men. 


430 


PSALMS. 


BEATUS  VI R. 


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1  Blessed  is  the  man  that  walketh  not  in  the  counsel  |  of  the  ;  un-  |  godly, 
Nor  standeth  in  the  way  of  sinners,  nor  sitteth  in  the  |  seat—  |  of  the  | 

scornful. 

2  But  his  delight  is  in  the  |  law  ■  of  the  |  Lord  ; 

And  in  His  law  doth  he  |  medi-tate  |  day  and  |  night 

3  And  he  shall  be  like  a  tree  planted  by  the  |  rivers  ■  of  |  water, 
That  bringeth  forth  his  |  fruits  —  |  in  his  |  season ; 

4  His  leaf  also  |  shall  not  |  wither : 

And  whatso-  |  ever  he  |  doeth  shall  |  prosper. 

5  The  ungodly  |  are  not  |  so : 

But  are  like  the  chaff  which  the  |  wind  —  |  driveth  ■  a-  |  way. 

6  Therefore  the  ungodly  shall  not  |  stand  ■  in  the  |  judgment. 
Nor  sinners  in  the  congre-  |  gation  |  of  the  |  righteous  : 

7  For  the  Lord  knoweth  the  |  way  *  of  the  |  righteous : 
But  the  way  of  the  un-  |  godly  |  shall  |  perish. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son, 
And  |  to  the  |  Holy  [  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be, 
World  |  without  |  end.    A-  |  men. 


DOMINE,  DOMINUS  NOSTER. 


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Psalm  8. 

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1  O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  excellent  is  Thy  name  in  |  all  the  I  earth, 
Who  hast  set  Thy  |  glory  ■  a-  |  bove  the  |  heavens ! 

2  Out  of  the  mouth  of  babes  and  sucklings  hast  Thou  ordained  strength,  be-  | 

cause  of  •  Thine  |  enemies  ; 
That  Thou  mightest  still  the  |  ene-my  |  and  ■  the  a-  |  venger. 


PSALMS. 


431 


3  When  I  consider  Thy  heavens,  the  |  work  ■  of  Thy  |  fingers, 
The  moon  and  the  stars  |  which  Thou  |  hast  or-  |  dained  ; 

4  What  is  man,  that  Thou  art  |  mindful  |  of  him, 
And  the  son  of  man  |  that  Thou  |  visit-est  |  him  ! 

5  For  Thou  hast  made  him  a  little  lower  |  than  the  |  angels, 
Thou  hast  crowned  |  him  with  |  glory  and  |  honor : 

6  Thou  madest  him  to  have  dominion  over  the  |  works  •  of  Thy  |  hands : 
Thou  hast  put  |  all  things  |  under  •  his  |  feet : 

7  All  sheep  and  oxen,  yea,  and  the  beasts  of  the  field  ;  the  fowl  of  the  air,  and 

the  fish  |  of  the  |  sea, 
And  whatsoever  passeth  |  through  the  |  paths  *  of  the  |  seas. 

8  O  Lord,  |  our  —  |  Lord, 

How  excellent  is  Thy  |  name  in  |  all  the  |  earth. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


DOMINUS  REGIT  ME. 


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1  The  Lord  |  is  my  |  Shepherd  ; 
I  I  shall —  I  not —  |  want. 

2  He  maketh  me  to  lie  down  in  |  green  —  |  pastures : 
He  leadeth  me  be-  |  side  the  |  still  —  |  waters. 

3  He  re-  |  storeth  *  my  |  soul : 

He  leadeth  me  in  the  paths  of  righteousness  |  for  His  |  name's  —  |  sake. 

4  Yea,  though  I  walk  through  the  valley  of  the  shadow  of  death,  I  will  |  fear  no 

I  evil: 

For  Thou  art  with  me ;  Thy  rod  and  Thy  |  staff  they  |  comfort  |  me. 

5  Thou  preparest  a  table  before  me  in  the  presence  |  of  mine  |  enemies : 
Thou  anointest  my  head  with  oil ;  my  |  cup  —  |  runneth  |  over. 

6  Surely  goodness  and  mercy  shall  follow  me  all  the  |  days  of  •  my  |  life  : 
And  I  will  dwell  in  the  |  house  •  of  the  |  Lord  for-  |  ever. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son, 
And  I  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be, 
World  I  without  |  end.    A-  |  men. 


432  PSALMS. 
DEUS  NOSTER  REFUGIUM. 


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1  God  is  our  |  refuge  *  and  |  strength, 
A  very  |  present  |  help  in  |  trouble. 

2  Therefore  will  not  we  fear,  though  the  |  earth  be  |  removed, 

And  though  the  mountains  be  carried  |  into  *  the  |  midst  *  of  the  |  sea. 

3  Though  the  waters  thereof  |  roar  *  and  be  |  troubled, 
Though  the  mountains  |  shake  *  with  the  |  swelling  *  there-  |  of 

4  There  is  a  river,  the  streams  whereof  shall  make  glad  the  |  city  of  |  God, 
The  holy  place  of  the  |  tabernacles  of  |  the  Most  |  High. 

5  God  is  in  the  midst  of  her ;  she  |  shall  *  not  be  |  moved  : 
God  shall  help  her,  |  and  —  |  that  right  |  early. 

6  The  heathen  raged,  the  |  kingdoms  *  were  |  moved: 
He  uttered  His  |  voice,  the  |  earth  —  |  melted. 

7  The  Lord  of  |  Hosts  is  |  with  us  ; 
The  God  of  |  Jacob  |  is  our  |  refuge. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


MISERERE  MEI. 


969 


Psalm  51. 


Have  mercy  upon  me,  O  God,  according  to  Thy  |  loving-  |  kindness  : 
According  unto  the  multitude  of  Thy  tender  mercies  |  blot  out  |  my  trans- 
gressions. 

Wash  me  thoroughly  |  from  ■  mine  in-  |  iquity, 

And  I  cleanse  me  |  from  my  |  sin. 

For  I  acknowledge  |  my  trans-  |  gressions : 

And  my  sin  is  |  ever  be-  |  fore  —  |  me. 

Hide  Thy  face  |  from  my  |  sins, 

And  blot  out  |  all  —  |  mine  in-  |  iquities. 

Create  in  me  a  clean  |  heart,  O  |  God ; 

And  renew  a  right  |  spirit  with-  |  in  —  |  me. 


PSALMS. 


433 


6  Cast  me  not  away  |  from  Thy  |  presence ; 
And  take  not  Thy  |  Holy  |  Spirit  |  from  me. 

7  Restore  unto  me  the  joy  of  |  Thy  sal-  |  vation ; 
And  uphold  me  |  with  Thy  |  free  —  |  Spirit. 

8  Then  will  I  teach  trans-  |  gressors  •  Thy  |  ways; 
And  sinners  shall  be  con-  |  verted  |  unto  |  Thee. 

9  O  Lord,  open  |  Thou  my  |  lips  ; 

And  my  mouth  shall  |  shew  forth  |  Thy  —  |  praise. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


TE  DECET  HYMNUS. 


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1  Praise  waiteth  for  Thee,  O  [  God,  in  |  Zion ; 

And  unto  Thee  shall  the  |  vow  —  |  be  per-  |  formed. 

2  O  Thou  that  |  hearest  |  prayer, 
Unto  I  Thee  shall  |  all  flesh  |  come. 

3  Iniquities  pre-  |  vail  a-  |  gainst  me ; 

As  for  our  transgressions  |  Thou  shalt  |  purge  them  •  a-  |  way. 

4  Blessed  is  the  man  |  whom  Thou  |  choosest, 

And  causest  to  approach  unto  Thee,  that  he  may  |  dwell  —  |  in  Thy  |  courts. 

5  We  shall  be  satisfied  with  the  goodness  |  of  Thy  I  house, 
Even  I  of  Thy  |  holy  |  temple. 

6  Thou  crownest  the  year  |  with  Thy  [  goodness, 
And  Thy  |  paths  —  |  drop  —  |  fatness. 

7  They  drop  upon  the  pastures  |  of  the  |  wilderness: 
And  the  little  hills  re-  |  joice  on  |  every  |  side. 

8  The  pastures  are  clothed  with  flocks :  the  valleys  also  are  covered  |  over  with) 

I  corn; 

They  shout  for  [  joy,  they  |  also  |  sing. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


PSALMS. 


DEUS  MISEREATUR.     No.  \. 


J  Psalm  67. 

1  God  be  merciful  unto  |  us,  and  |  bless  us  ; 
And  cause  His  |  face  to  |  shine  up-  |  on  us : 

2  That  Thy  way  may  be  |  known  upon  |  earth, 
Thy  saving  |  health  a-  |  mong  all  |  nations. 

3  Let  the  people  |  praise  Thee,  "  O  |  God ; 
Let  all  the  |  people  |  praise  —  |  Thee. 

4  O  let  the  nations  be  glad  and  |  sing  for  ]  joy: 

For  Thou  shalt  judge  the  people  righteously,  and  govern  the  |  nations  |  upon 
I  earth. 

■5  Let  the  people  |  praise  Thee,  ■  O  |  God ; 
Let  all  the  |  people  |  praise  —  |  Thee. 

6  Then  shall  the  earth  |  yield  her  |  increase  ; 
And  God,  even  |  our  own  |  God,  shall  |  bless  us. 

7  God  I  shall  —  |  bless  us  ; 

And  all  the  ends  of  the  |  earth  shall  |  fear  —  |  Him. 

.Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


rDEUS  MISEREATUR. 


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QUAM  DILECTA.     No.  i. 


Psalm  84. 

1  How  amiable  are  Thy  |  taber-  |  nacles, 

0  I  Lord  —  I  of  —  I  hosts! 

2  My  soul  longeth,  yea,  even  fainteth  for  the  |  courts  •  of  the  |  Lord  : 
My  heart  and  my  flesh  crieth  out  |  for  the  |  living  |  God. 

3  Yea,  the  sparrow  hath  found  an  house,  and  the  swallow  a  nest  for  herself, 

where  she  may  |  lay  her  |  young, 
Even  Thine  altars ;  O  Lord  of  hosts,  my  |  King  —  |  and  my  |  God. 

4  Blessed  are  they  that  dwell  |  in  Thy  |  house : 
They  will  be  |  still  —  |  praising  |  Thee. 

5  Behold,  O  |  God  our  |  Shield, 

And  look  upon  the  |  face  of  |  Thine  A-  |  nointed. 

6  For  a  day  in  Thy  courts  is  better  |  than  a  |  thousand. 

1  had  rather  be  a  doorkeeper  in  the  house  of  my  God,  than  to  dwell  in  the  | 
tents  of  I  wicked-  |  ness. 

7  For  the  Lord  God  is  a  |  Sun  and  |  Shield : 

The  Lord  will  give  grace  and  glory :  no  good  thing  will  He  withhold  from  J 
them  that  |  walk  up-  |  rightly.' 

8  O  I  Lord  of  I  hosts, 

Blessed  is  the  |  man  that  |  trusteth  *  in  |  Thee. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


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1  Lord,  Thou  hast  been  our  |  dwelling-  |  place, 
In  I  all  —  I  gener-  |  ations. 

2  Before  the  mountains  were  brought  forth,  or  ever  Thou  hadst  formed  the  | 

earth  ■  and  the  |  world, 
Even  from  everlasting  to  ever-  |  lasting,  |  Thou  art  |  God. 

3  Thou  turnest  man  |  to  de-  |  struction ; 

And  sayest,  Re-  |  turn,  ye  |  children  ■  of  j  men. 

4  For  a  thousand  years  in  Thy  sight  are  but  as  yesterday,  |  when  ■  it  is  ]  past, 
And  as  a  |  watch  —  |  in  the  |  night. 

5  Thou  earnest  them  away  as  with  a  flood  ;  they  are  |  as  a  |  sleep  : 
In  the  morning  they  are  like  |  grass  which  j  groweth  [  up. 

6  In  the  morning  it  flourisheth,  and  |  groweth  |  up ; 
In  the  evening  it  is  cut  |  down,  and  |  wither-  |  eth. 

7  For  we  are  consumed  |  by  Thine  |  anger, 
And  by  Thy  |  wrath  —  |  are  we  |  troubled. 

8  Thou  hast  set  our  iniquities  |  before  |  Thee, 

Our  secret  sins  in  the  |  light  •  of  Thy  |  counte-  |  nance. 

9  For  all  our  days  are  passed  away  |  in  Thy  |  wrath : 
We  spend  our  years  as  a  |  tale —  |  that  is  |  told. 

10  The  days  of  our  years  are  three-score  years  and  ten;  and  if  by  reason  of 

strength  they  be  |  four-score  |  years, 
Yet  is  their  strength  labor  and  sorrow  ;  for  it  is  soon  cut  off,  |  and  we  |  fly  a- 
|  way. 

1 1  Who  knoweth  the  power  |  of  Thine  |  anger  ? 

Even  according  to  Thy  fear,  |  so  —  |  is  Thy  |  wrath. 

12  So  teach  us  to  |  number  •  our  |  clays, 

That  we  may  apply  our  |  hearts  —  |  unto  |  wisdom. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son, 
And  I  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be, 
World  I  without  |  end.    A-  |  men. 


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1  He  thatdwelleth  in  the  secret  place  of  the  |  Most —  |  High, 
Shall  abide  under  the  |  shadow  *  of  |  the  Al-  |  mighty. 

2  I  will  say  of  the  Lord,  He  is  my  refuge  |  and  my  |  fortress, 
My  God,  in  [  Him  —  |  will  I  |  trust. 

3  Because  thou  hast  made  the  Lord  which  |  is  my  |  refuge, 
Even  the  Most  |  High,  thy  |  habi-  |  tation, 

4  There  shall  no  evil  be-  |  fall  —  |  thee, 

Neither  shall  any  |  plague  come  |  nigh  thy  |  dwelling. 

5  For  He  shall  give  His  angels  charge  |  over  |  thee, 
To  |  keep  thee  *  in  |  all  thy  |  ways. 

6  They  shall  bear  thee  up  |  in  their  |  hands, 
Lest  thou  dash  thy  |  foot  a-  |  gainst  a  |  stone. 

7  Thou  shalt  tread  upon  the  |  lion  and  |  adder ; 

The  young  lion  and  the  dragon  shalt  thou  |  trample  |  under  |  feet. 

8  Because  he  hath  set  his  love  upon  Me,  therefore  will  I  de-  |  liver  |  him : 
I  will  set  him  on  high,  because  |  he  hath  |  known  My  |  Name. 

9  He  shall  call  upon  Me,  and  I  will  |  answer  |  him : 

I  will  be  with  him  in  trouble ;  I  will  deliver  |  him,  and  |  honor  |  him. 
io  With  long  life  will  I  |  satis-  |  fy  him, 
And  |  shew  him  |  My  sal-  |  vation. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


QUI  HABITAT.     No.  2. 


438 


PSALMS. 


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1  It  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  un-  |  to  the  |  Lord ; 

And  to  sing  praises  unto  Thy  |  name,  O  |  Most  —  |  Highest. 

2  To  tell  of  Thy  loving-kindness  early  |  in  the  |  morning  ; 
And  of  Thy  |  truth  *  in  the  |  night  |  season. 

3  Upon  an  instrument  of  ten  strings,  and  up-  |  on  the  |  lute  ; 
Upon  a  loud  instrument,  |  and  up-  |  on  the  |  harp. 

4  For  Thou,  Lord,  hast  made  me  glad  |  through  Thy  |  works ; 

I  will  rejoice  in  giving  praise  for  the  oper-  |  ations  |  of  Thy  |  hands. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son, 
And  I  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be, 
World  I  without  |  end.    A-  |  men. 


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1  O  come,  let  us  sing  un-  |  to  the  |  Lord ; 

Let  us  heartily  rejoice  in  the  |  strength  of  |  our  sal-  |  vation. 

2  Let  us  come  before  His  presence  |  with  thanks-  |  giving; 
And  show  ourselves  |  glad  in  |  Him  with  |  psalms. 

3  For  the  Lord  is  a  |  great  |  God ; 

And  a  great  |  King  a-  |  bove  all  |  gods. 

4  In  His  hands  are  all  the  corners  |  of  the  [  earth ; 
And  the  strength  of  the  |  hills  is  |  His  —  |  also. 

5  The  sea  is  His,  |  and  He  |  made  it ; 

And  His  hands  pre-  |  pared  the  |  dry —  |  land. 

6  O  come,  let  us  worship,  |  and  fall  |  down ; 
And  kneel  be-  |  fore  the  |  Lord  our  |  Maker  : 

7  For  He  is  the  |  Lord  our  |  God ; 

And  we  are  the  people  of  His  pasture  and  the  |  sheep  of  |  His  —  |  hand. 

8  O  worship  the  Lord  in  the  |  beauty  of  |  holiness ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  |  stand  in  |  awe  of  |  Him : 

9  For  He  cometh,  for  He  cometh,  to  |  judge  the  |  earth  ; 

And  with  righteousness  to  judge  the  world,  and  the  |  people  |  with  His  |  truths 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son, 
And  I  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be, 
World  I  without  |  end.    A-  |  men. 


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Psalm  96. 

1  O  sing  unto  the  Lord  a  |  new  —  j  song : 
Sing  unto  the  |  Lord,  —  |  all  the  j  earth. 

2  Sing  unto  the  Lord,  |  bless  His  |  name ; 

Shew  forth  His  sal-  |  vation  ■  from  |  day  to  |  day. 

3  Give  unto  the  Lord,  O  ye  kindreds  |  of  the  |  people, 
Give  unto  the  |  Lord  —  |  glory  •  and  |  strength. 

4  Give  unto  the  Lord  the  glory  due  un-  |  to  His  |  Name : 
Bring  an  offering,  and  |  come  in-  |  to  His  |  courts. 

5  O  worship  the  Lord  in  the  |  beauty  1  of  |  holiness  : 
Fear  be-  |  fore  Him,  |  all  the  |  earth. 

6  Say  among  the  heathen  that  the  |  Lord  —  |  reigneth : 

The  world  also  shall  be  established  that  it  shall  not  be  moved  :  He  shall  judge 
the  I  people  |  righteous-  |  ly. 

7  Let  the  heavens  rejoice,  and  let  the  |  earth  be  |  glad ; 
Let  the  sea  |  roar,  ■  and  the  |  fulness  •  there-  |  of. 

8  Let  the  field  be  joyful,  and  all  that  |  is  there-  |  in  : 

Then  shall  all  the  trees  of  the  wood  re-  |  joice  be-  |  fore  the  |  Lord ; 

9  For  I  He  —  |  cometh, 

For  He  |  cometh  ■  to  |  judge  the  |  earth: 

10  He  shall  judge  the  world  with  |  righteous-  |  ness, 
And  the  |  people  |  with  His  |  truth. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son, 
And  I  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be, 
World  j  without  |  end.    A-  |  men. 


PSALMS.  441 


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Psalm.  97. 

1  The  Lord  reigneth ;  let  the  |  earth  re-  |  joice : 
Let  the  multitude  of  |  isles  be  |  glad  there-  |  of. 


2  Clouds  and  darkness  are  |  round  a-  |  bout  Him : 
Righteousness  and  judgment  are  the  habi-  |  tation  |  of  His  |  throne. 

3  The  heavens  declare  His  |  righteous-  |  ness ; 
And  all  the  |  people  |  see  His  |  glory. 

4  Zion  heard  |  and  was  |  glad ; 

And  the  daughters  of  Judah  rejoiced  be-  |  cause  •  of  Thy  |  judgments,  '  O  | 
Lord. 

5  Light  is  sown  |  for  the  |  righteous : 

And  gladness  |  for  the  |  upright  '  in  |  heart. 

6  Rejoice  in  the  Lord,  |  O  ye  |  righteous ; 

And  give  thanks  at  the  re-  |  membrance  |  of  His  |  holiness. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son, 
And  I  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  [  shall  be, 
World  I  without  |  end.    A-  [  men. 


DOMINUS  REGNAVIT.     No.  2. 


442 


PSALMS. 


CANTATE  DOMINO.     No.  i. 


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1  O  sing  unto  the  |  Lord  "  a  new  |  song, 
For  |  He  hath  done  |  marvellous  |  things. 

2  With  His  own  right  hand,  and  with  His  |  holy  |  arm, 
Hath  He  |  gotten  Him-  |  self  the  |  victory. 

3  The  Lord  declared  |  His  sal-  |  vation, 

His  righteousness  hath  He  openly  shewed  |  in  the  |  sight  *  of  the  |  heathen. 

4  He  hath  remembered  His  mercy  and  truth  toward  the  |  house  of  |  Israel, 
And  all  the  ends  of  the  world  have  seen  the  sal-  |  vation  |  of  our  |  God. 

5  Show  yourselves  joyful  unto  the  Lord,  |  all  ye  |  lands, 
Sing,  re-  |  joice  and  |  give  —  |  thanks. 

6  Praise  the  Lord  up-  |  on  the  J  harp, 

Sing  to  the  harp  with  a  |  psalm  of  |  thanks-  |  giving ; 

7  With  trumpets  |  also,  and  |  shawms, 

0;  show  yourselves  joyful  be-  |  fore  the  |  Lord  the  |  King. 

8  Let  the  sea  make  a  noise,  and  all  that  |  therein  |  is, 
The  round  world,  and  |  they  that  |  dwell  there-  |  in. 

9  Let  the  floods  clap  their  hands,  and  let  the  hills  be  joyful  together  be-  |  fore 

the  |  Lord, 
For  He  |  cometh  to  |  judge  the  |  earth. 

io  With  righteousness  shall  He  |  judge  the  |  world,  . 
And  the  |  people  |  with  |  equity. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 
CANTATE  DOMINO.     No.  2. 


PSALMS. 


443 


JUBILATE  DEO.     No.  i. 


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Psalm  100. 

Make  a  joyful  noise  unto  the  Lord  |  all  ye  |  lands ; 

Serve  the  Lord  with  gladness;  come  before  His  |  presence  |  with  —  |  singing. 

2  Know  ye  that  the  Lord  |  He  is  |  God : 

It  is  He  that  hath  made  us,  and  not  we  ourselves ;  we  are  His  |  people  '  and 
the  |  sheep  of ■  His  |  pasture. 

3  Enter  into  His  gates  with  thanksgiving,  and  into  His  |  courts  with  |  praise  : 
Be  thankful  unto  |  Him,  and  |  bless  His  |  Name. 

4  For  the  Lord  is  good ;  His  mercy  is  |  ever-  |  lasting ; 
And  His  truth  en-  |  dureth  •  to  |  all  gener-  |  ations. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


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1  O  be  joyful  in  the  Lord,  |  all  ye  |  lands ; 

Serve  the  Lord  with  gladness,  and  come  before  His  |  presence  |  with  a  |  song. 

2  Be  ye  sure  that  the  Lord  |  he  is  |  God  ; 

It  is  He  that  hath  made  us,  and  not  we  ourselves ;  we  are  His  people,  |  and 
the  |  sheep  of  His  |  pasture. 

3  O  go  your  way  into  His  gates  with  thanksgiving,  and  into  Flis  |  courts  with  | 

praise  ; 

Be  thankful  unto  Him,  and  |  speak  good  |  of  His  |  name. 

4  For  the  Lord  is  gracious,  His  mercy  is  |  ever-  |  lasting, 

And  His  truth  endureth  from  gener-  |  ation  to  |  gener-  |  ation. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


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1  Bless  the  Lord,  |  O  my  |  soul : 

And  all  that  is  within  me,  |  bless  his  |  holy  |  name. 

2  Bless  the  Lord,  |  O  my  |  soul, 

And  for-  |  get  not  |  all  his  |  benefits  : 

3  Who  forgiveth  all  |  thine  in-  |  iquities  ; 
Who  I  healeth  all  |  thy  dis-  |  eases  ; 

4  Who  redeemeth  thy  life  |  from  de-  |  struction  ; 

Who  crowneth  thee  with  loving-  |  kindness  ■  and  |  tender  |  mercies  ; 

5  The  Lord  is  merci-  |  ful  and  |  gracious, 

Slow  to  anger,  and  |  plen  |  teous  in  |  mercy. 

6  He  hath  not  dealt  with  us  |  after  our  |  sins  ; 

Nor  rewarded  us  ac-  |  cording  to  |  our  in-  |  iquities. 

7  For  as  the  heaven  is  high  a-  |  bove  the  |  earth, 

So  great  is  his  mercy  toward  |  them  that  |  fear —  |  him. 

8  As  far  as  the  east  is  |  from  the  |  west, 

So  far  hath  he  removed  |  our  trans-  |  gressions  |  from  us. 

9  Like  as  a  father  |  pitieth  *  his  |  children, 

So  the  Lord  pitieth  |  them  that  |  fear  —  |  Him. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


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Psalm  121. 

1  I  will  lift  up  mine  eyes  unto  the  hills,  from  whence  |  cometh  ■  my  |  help. 
My  help  cometh  from  the  Lord,  |  which  made  |  heaven  •  and  |  earth. 

2  He  will  not  suffer  thy  foot  to  be  moved :  He  that  keepeth  thee  |  will  not  | 

slumber. 

Behold,  He  that  keepeth  Israel  shall  |  neither  |  slumber  ■  nor  |  sleep. 

3  The  Lord  is  thy  Keeper :  the  Lord  is  thy  shade  upon  |  thy  right  |  hand : 
The  sun  shall  not  smite  thee  by  day,  |  nor  the  |  moon  by  |  night. 

7  The  Lord  shall  preserve  thee  from  all  evil :  He  shall  pre-  |  serve  thy  |  soul 
The  Lord  shall  preserve  thy  going  out  and  thy  coming  in  from  this  time  forth, 

and  |  even  *  for  |  ever-  |  more. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


LCTATUS  SUM. 


1  I  was  glad  when  they  said  |  unto  |  me, 

Let  us  go  into  the  |  house  —  |  of  the  |  Lord. 

2  Our  feet  shall  stand  with-  |  in  thy  |  gates, 

0  Je-  |  ru —  |  sa —  |  lem. 

3  Pray  for  the  peace  of  Je-  |  rusa-  |  lem : 
They  shall  |  prosper  *  that  |  love  —  |  thee. 

4  Peace  be  with-  |  in  thy  |  walls, 

And  prosperity  with-  |  in  thy  |  pala-  |  ces. 

5  For  my  brethren  and  com-  |  panions'  |  sakes, 

1  will  now  say,  |  Peace  —  |  be  with-  |  in  thee. 

6  Because  of  the  house  of  the  |  Lord  our  ]  God, 
I  will  |  seek —  |  thy  —  |  good. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


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1  Out  of  the  depths  have  I  cried  unto  |  Thee,  O  |  Lord. 
Lord,  I  hear  —  |  my  —  |  voice : 

2  Let  Thine  ears  |  be  at-  |  tentive 

To  the  I  voice  '  of  my  |  suppli-  |  cations. 

3  If  Thou,  Lord,  shouldest  |  mark  in-  |  iquities, 

0  I  Lord,  —  I  who  shall  |  stand  ? 

4  But  there  is  for-  |  giveness  *  with  |  Thee, 
That  I  Thou  —  |  mayest  be  |  feared. 

5  I  wait  for  the  Lord,  my  |  soul  doth  |  wait, 
And  in  His  |  word  —  |  do  I  |  hope. 

6  My  soul  waiteth  for  the  Lord  more  than  they  that  |  watch  *  for  the  ]  morning : 

1  say,  more  than  they  that  |  watch  —  |  for  the  |  morning. 

7  Let  Israel  hope  in  the  Lord :  for  with  the  Lord  |  there  is  |  mercy, 
And  with  Him  is  |  plente-  |  ous  re-  |  demption. 

8  And  He  shall  redeem  |  Isra-  |  el 
From  I  all  —  |  his  in-  |  iquities. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son, 
And  I  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be, 
World  I  without  |  end.    A-  |  men. 


DE  PROFUNDIS.     No.  2. 


PSALMS. 


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1  Arise,  0  Lord,  |  into  •  Thy  |  rest ; 
Thou,  and  the  |  ark—  |  of  Thy  |  strength. 

2  Let  Thy  priests  be  clothed  with  |  righteous  |  ness  ; 
And  let  Thy  |  saints  —  |  shout  for  |  joy. 

3  Who  shall  ascend  into  the  hill  |  of  the  |  Lord, 
Or  who  shall  stand  |  in  His  |  holy  |  place  ? 

4  He  that  hath  clean  hands,  and  a  |  pure  —  |  heart ; 

Who  hath  not  lifted  up  his  soul  unto  |  vanity,  •  nor  |  sworn  de-  |  ceitfully, 

5  He  shall  receive  the  blessing  |  from  the  |  Lord, 

And  righteousness  from  the  |  God  of  |  his  sal-  |  vation. 

6  Lift  up  your  heads,  O  ye  gates  ;  and  be  ye  lift  up,  ye  ever-  |  lasting  |  doors : 
And  the  King  of  |  glory  |  shall  come  |  in. 

7  Who  is  this  |  King  of  |  glory  ? 

The  Lord,  strong  and  mighty,  the  |  Lord  —  |  mighty  in  |  battle. 

8  Lift  up  your  heads,  O  ye  gates  ;  even  lift  them  up,  ye  ever  -  |  lasting  |  doors, 
And  the  King  of  |  glory  |  shall  come  |  in. 

9  Who  is  this  |  King  of  |  glory  ? 

The  Lord  of  hosts,  |  He  *  is  the  |  King  of  |  glory. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son, 
And  I  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be. 
World  I  without  |  end.    A-  |  men. 


g  O  7  Psalm  148. 

1  Praise  |  ye  the  |  Lord. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  from  the  heavens :  |  praise  Him  |  in  the  |  heights. 

2  Praise  ye  Him,  |  all  His  |  angels : 
Praise  |  ye  Him,  |  all  His  |  hosts. 

3  Praise  ye  Him,  |  sun  and  |  moon  : 
Praise  Him,  |  all  ye  |  stars  of  |  light. 

4  Praise  Him,  ye  |  heaven  of  |  heavens, 

And  ye  waters  that  be  a-  |  bove  —  |  the  —  |  heavens, 

5  Let  them  praise  the  |  name  of  the  |  Lord  : 

For  He  commanded,  |  and  they  |  were  ere-  |  ated. 

6  He  hath  also  stablished  them  for-  |  ever  and  |  ever : 
He  hath  made  a  decree  |  which  shall  |  not  —  |  pass. 

7  Praise  the  Lord  from  the  earth,  ye  dragons,  |  and  all  |  deeps  : 

Fire  and  hail ;  snow  and  vapors  ;  stormy  |  wind  ful-  |  filling  His  |  word  : 

8  Mountains,  |  and  all  ]  hills ; 
Fruitful  I  trees  —  |  and  all  |  cedars : 

9  Beasts,  |  and  all  |  cattle ; 

Creeping  things  |  and  —  |  flying  |  fowl : 

10  Kings  of  the  earth,  |  and  all  |  people  ; 
Princes,  and  all  |  judges  |  of  the  |  earth. 

1 1  Both  young  men,  and  maidens ;  \  old  men,  and  |  children : 
Let  them  praise  the  |  Name —  |  of  the  |  Lord: 

12  For  His  Name  a- 1  lone  is  |  excellent ; 

His  glory  is  a-  |  bove  the  |  earth  and  |  heaven. 

13  He  also  exalte th  the  horn  |  of  His  |  people,  • 
The  I  praise  of  |  all  His  |  saints  ; 

14  Even  of  the  |  children  of  |  Israel ; 

A  people  near  unto  Him.  |  Praise  —  |  ye  tho  [  Lord. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 


PSALMS. 


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1  Praise  |  ye  the  |  Lord. 

Praise  God  in  His  sanctuary ;  praise  Him  in  the  |  firma-ment  |  of  His  | 
power. 

2  Praise  Him  for  His  |  mighty  |  acts ; 

Praise  Him  according  |  to  His  |  excel-lent  |  greatness. 

3  Praise  Him  with  the  |  sound  *  of  the  |  trumpet : 
Praise  Him  |  with  the  |  psaltery  *  and  |  harp. 

4  Praise  Him  with  the  |  timbrel  *  and  |  dance : 

Praise  Him  with  stringed  |  instru-  |  ments  and  |  organs. 

5  Praise  Him  upon  the  |  loud  |  cymbals : 

Praise  Him  upon  the  |  high  |  sounding  |  cymbals. 

6  Let  every  thing  that  hath  breath  |  praise  the  |  Lord : 
Praise  |  ye  —  |  the  —  |  Lord. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son, 
And  I  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be, 
World  I  without  |  end.    A-  |  men. 


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Before  the  Administration  of  the  Sacrament. 

1  And  they  brought  young  children  to  Him,  that  |  He  should  |  touch  them ; 
And  His  disciples  re-  |  bu-ked  |  those  that  |  brought  them. 

2  But  when  Jesus  saw  it  He  was  |  much  dis-  |  pleased ; 

And  said  unto  them,  Suffer  the  little  children  to  come  unto  Me,  and  forbid 
them  not,  for  of  |  such  *  is  the  |  kingdom  •  of  |  God. 

3  Verily,  I  say  |  un-to  |  you ; 

Whosoever  shall  not  receive  the  kingdom  of  God  as  a  little  child  he  |  shall 
not  |  enter  ■  there-  j  in. 

4  And  He  took  them  up  |  in  His  |  arms  • 

Put  His  hands  upon  |  them  and  |  bles-sed  |  them. 

After  the  Administration  of  the  Sacrament. 

1  Then  will  I  sprinkle  clean  |  water  "  up-  |  on  you, 
And  |  ye  shall  |  be  —  |  clean : 

2  A  new  heart  also  |  will  I  |  give  you, 

And  a  new  spirit  |  will  I  |  put  with-  |  in  you : 

3  And  I  will  take  away  the  stony  heart  |  out  of  *  your  |  flesh, 
And  I  will  |  give  '  you  a  |  heart  of  |  flesh  : 

4  And  I  will  put  my  |  Spirit  *  with-  |  in  you, 

And  ye  shall  |  keep  my  |  judgments,  '  and  |  do  them. 

5  I  will  pour  my  Spirit  up-  |  on  thy  |  seed, 
And  my  |  blessing  '  up-  |  on  thine  |  offspring : 

(6  A  nd  they  shall  sprang  up  as  a-  |  mong  the  |  grass, 

As  willows  |  by  the  )  water-  |  courses. 
J  For  the  promise  is  unto  you,  and  |  to  your  |  children, 

And  to  all  that  are  afar  off,  even  as  many  as  the  |  Lord  our  |  God  shall  |  call. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son, 
And  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be, 
World  |  without  |  end.    A  |  men. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


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1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  Name  ! 

Let  I  angels  prostrate  |  fall  j 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  j  crown  Him  |  Lord  of  [  all. 
Let  high-born  seraphs  tune  the  lyre, 

And,  I  as  they  tune  it,  |  fall 
Before  His  face,  who  tunes  their  choir, 

And  I  crown  Him  |  Lord  of  |  all. 

2  Crown  Him,  ye  morning-stars  of  light, 

Who  I  fixed  this  floating  |  ball  ; 
Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 

And  I  crown  Him  |  Lord  of  all ! 
Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  I  from  His  altar  |  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 

And  I  crown  Him  |  Lord  of  |  all ! 

3  Ye  seed  of  Israel's  chosen  race, 

Ye  I  ransomed  of  the  |  fall, 
Hail  Him  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 

And  I  crown  Him  |  Lord  of  |  all ! 
Hail  Him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 

Whom  I  David,  Lord,  did  |  call ; 
The  God  Incarnate,  Man  Divine, 

And  I  crown  Him  |  Lord  of  j  all ! 

4  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ue'er  forget, 

The  I  wormwood  and  the  |  gall, 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 

And  I  crown  Him  |  Lord  of  |  all ! 
Let  every  tribe  and  every  tongue 

That  I  hear  the  Saviour's  |  call, 
Now  shout  in  universal  song 

The  I  crowned  J  Lord  of  |  all ! 


452 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


THE  STAR  OF  BETHLEHEM. 


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1  When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  be-  |  stud  the  j  sky, 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  |  sinner's  |  wandering  |  eye. 
Hark !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks 
From  every  host,  from  |  every  |  gem ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  I  Star— the  |  Star  of  |  Bethle- 
hem. 

2  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  |  night  was 
I  dark, 

The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  |  tossed  my  |  founder- 
ing I  bark. 
Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze  ; 
Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  |  tide  to 
I  stem, 

When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 
It  was  the  |  Star— the  |  Star  of  |  Beth- 
lehem. 


It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 
It  bade  my  dark  fore-  |  bodings  | 
cease ; 

And  through  the  storm,  and  danger's 
thrall, 

It  led  me  |  to  the  |  port  of  |  peace. 
Now  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing  I  first— in  night's  |  diadem, 
Forever  and  for  evermore, 
The  j  Star— the  |  Star  of  |  Bethlehem  ! 


992 

1  Jesus,  Thy  Blood  and  Righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  |  glorious  |  dress ; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  ar- 
rayed, 

With  joy  shall  |  I  lift  |  up  my  |  head. 
Bold  shall  I  stand  in  Thy  great  day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  |  charge  shall  | 
lay? 

Fully  absolved  through  these  I  am, 
From  sin  and  |  fear,  from  ]  guilt  and  | 
shame. 

When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
To  claim  my  mansion  |  in  the  |  skies — 
E'en  then,  this  shall  be  all  my  plea : 
Jesus  hath  |  lived,  hath  |  died   for  | 
me. 

Thus  Abraham,  the  Friend  of  God, 
Thus  all  heaven's  armies  |  bought  with 
I  blood, 

Saviour  of  Sinners  Thee  proclaim  ; 
Sinners,  of  |  whom  the  |  chief  I  |  am. 

;  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 
When    ruined    nature  |  sinks   in  j 
years  ; 

No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
The  robe  of  |  Christ  is  |  ever  |  new. 
Oh,  let  the  dead  now  hear  Thy  voice  ! 
Bid,  Lord,  Thy  mourning  |  ones  re-  | 
joice  ; 

Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  |  Lord  our  |  Righteousness. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


453 


THE  CHARIOT. 


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1  The  chariot !  the  chariot !  its  wheels  roll  in  |  fire, 

As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  |  pomp  of  His  |  ire  ; 

Self-moving  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of  |  cloud, 

And  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of  |  Godhead  are  |  bowed. 

2  The  glory  !  the  glory !  by  myriads  are  |  poured 
The  hosts  of  the  angels  that  |  wait  on  their  |  Lord ; 
And  the  glorified  saints,  and  the  martyrs  are  |  there  • 
And  all  who  the  palm-wreath  of  |  victo-ry  |  wear. 

3  The  trumpet !  the  trumpet !  the  dead  have  all  |  heard ; 
Lo,  the  depths  of  the  stone-covered  |  charnels  are  |  stirred ! 
From  the  sea  and  the  land,  from  the  south  and  the  |  north, 
The  vast  generations  of  man  |  are  come  |  forth. 

4  The  judgment !  the  judgment !  the  thrones  are  all  |  set 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  |  elders  are  |  met ; 
AH  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the  |  Lord, 

And  the  doom  of  eternity  |  hangs  *  on  His  |  word. 

5  O  mercy !  O  mercy !  look  down  from  a-  |  bove, 
Creator,  on  us  Thy  sad  |  children,  *  with  |  love ! 
When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked  are  |  driven, 
May  our  sanctified  souls  find  a  |  mansion  in  |  heaven ! 

994 

1  The  Throne  of  His  Glory !  as  snow  it  is  |  white, 
Upborne  in  the  air  by  the  |  legions  of  |  light ; 
And,  startled  to  life  by  the  trumpet's  last  |  sound, 
The  hosts  of  the  nations  stand  |  waiting  a-  |  round. 

2  The  Throne  of  His  Glory !  there  lieth  un-  |  sealed 
The  life-roll,  the  death-roll,  of  |  names  ne'er  re-  |  vealed, 
Now  secret  no  longer :  the  millions  di-  |  vide 

To  the  right  and  the  left,  on  the  |  Throne's  either  |  side. 

3  The  Throne  of  His  Glory !  and  glorious  there  |  stand 
The  elect  of  His  love  and  the  |  sheep  of  His  |  hand ; 
Ere  creation  began,  in  the  counsels  of  |  love, 

He  wrote  us  the  heirs  of  His  |  kingdom  a-  |  bove. 


454 

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1  Abide  in  me,  O  Lord,  and  I  in  Thee, 

From  this  good  hour,  oh  leave  me  nevermore  ; 
Then  shall  the  discord  cease,  the  wound  be  healed, 
The  life-long  bleeding  of  the  soul  be  o'er. 

2  Abide  in  me  •  o'ershadow  by  Thy  love 

Each  half-formed  purpose  and  dark  thought  of  sin ; 
Quench  ere  it  rise  each  selfish,  low  desire, 
And  keep  my  soul  as  Thine,  calm  and  divine. 

3  As  some  rare  perfume  in  a  vase  of  clay, 

Pervades  it  with  a  fragrance  not  its  own, 
So,  when  Thou  dwellest  in  a  mortal  soul, 

All  heaven's  own  sweetness  seems  around  it  thrown. 

4  Abide  in  me  :  there  have  been  moments  blest, 

When  I  have  heard  Thy  voice  and  felt  Thy  power ; 
Then  evil  lost  its  grasp ;  and  passion  hushed, 
Owned  the  divine  enchantment  of  the  hour. 

5  These  were  but  seasons  beautiful  and  rare  ; 

Abide  in  me,  and  they  shall  ever  be ; 
Fulfil  at  once  Thy  precept  and  my  prayer, 
Come,  and  abide  in  me,  and  I  in  Thee. 


MISCELLANEOUS 


455 


GLAD  TIDINGS. 


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996 


Zion,  the  marvellous  story  be  telling, 

The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  His  birth ; 

The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excelling, 

He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  He  reigns  upon  earth. 

2  Tell  how  He  cometb ;  from  nation  to  nation, 

The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth  echo  round  ; 
How  free  to  the  faithful  He  offers  salvation, 

How  His  people  with  joy  everlasting  are  crowned. 

3  Mortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully  bringing, 

And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna  arise ; 
Ye  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing ; 

One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth  and  the  skies. 


456 


MISCELLANEOUS 


SCHAFF.  8,3,3,6,8,3,3,6. 


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997 

1  All  my  heart  this  night  rejoices, 

As  I  hear, 

Far  and  near, 
Sweetest  angel  voices : 
"Christ   is   born,"  their  choirs  are 

Till  the  air  [singing, 

Everywhere 
Now  with  joy  is  ringing. 

2  Hark  !  a  voice  from  yonder  manger, 

Soft  and  sweet, 

Doth  entreat, 
"  Flee  from  woe  and  danger  ; 
Brethren,  come  :  from  all  that  grieves 

You  are  freed  ;  [you 

All  you  need 
I  will  surely  give  you." 

3  Come,  then,  let  us  hasten  yonder ; 

Here  let  all, 

Great  and  small, 
Kneel  in  awe  and  wonder ; 
Love  Him  who  with  love  is  yearning : 

Hail  the  star 

That  from  far 
Bright  with  hope  is  burning ! 


4  Ye  who  pine  in  weary  sadness, 

Weep  no  more, 

For  the  door 
Now  is  found  of  gladness  : 
Cling  to  Him,  for  He  will  guide  you 

Where  no  cross, 

Pain  or  loss, 
Can  again  betide  you. 

5  Blessed  Saviour,  let  me  find  Thee  ! 

Keep  Thou  me 

Close  to  Thee, 
Cast  me  not  behind  Thee  : 
Life  of  life,  my  heart  Thou  stillest, 

Calm  I  rest 

On  Thy  breast, 
All  this  void  Thou  fillest. 

6  Heedfully  my  Lord  I'll  cherish, 

Live  to  Thee, 
And  with  Thee, 
Dying  shall  not  perish  ; 
But  shall  dwell  with  Thee  forever, 
Far  on  high, 
In  the  joy 
That  can  alter  never. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


457 


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998 

1  Come,  O  Thou  Traveller  unknown, 

Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see, 
My  company  before  is  gone, 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  Thee  ; 
With  Thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

2  I  need  not  tell  Thee  who  I  am, 

My  misery  or  sir!  declare ; 
Thyself  hast  called  me  by  my  name  ; 
Look  on  Thy  hands  and  read  it 
there ! 

But  who,  I  ask  Thee,  who  art  Thou  ? 
Tell  me  Thy  Name,  and  tell  me  now. 

3  Wilt  Thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 

Thy  new,  unutterable  Name  ? 
Tell  me,  I  still  beseech  Thee,  tell ; 

To  know  it  now  resolved  I  am : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go 
Till  I  Thy  Name,.  Thy  Nature  know. 

4  Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak, 

But  confident  in  self-despair ; 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  speak, 

Be  conquered  by  my  instant  prayer ! 
Speak,  or  Thou  never  hence  shalt  move, 
And  tell  me  if  Thy  Name  is  Love ! 


5  My  prayer  hath  power  with  God  ;  the 

grace 

Unspeakable  I  now  receive  ; 
Through  faith  I  see  Thee  face  to  face, 

I  see  Thee  face  to  face,  and  live ; 
In  vain  I  have  not  wept  and  strove, 
Thy  Nature,  and  Thy  Name,  is  Love. 

6  I  know  Thee,  Saviour,  who  Thou  art, 

Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  Friend  ! 
Nor  wilt  Thou  with  the  night  depart, 

But  stay,  and  love  me  to  the  end  ; 
Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove, 
Thy  Nature,  and  Thy  Name,  is  Love. 

7  Contented  now  upon  my  thigh 

I  halt,  till  life's  short  journey  end, 
All  helplessness,  all  weakness,  I 

On  Thee  alone  for  strength  depend  ; 
Nor  have  I  power  from  Thee  to  move ; 
Thy  Nature,  and  Thy  Name,  is  Love. 

8  Lame  as  I  am  I  take  the  prey, 

Hell,  earth,  and  sin,  with  ease  o'er- 
come ; 

I  leap  for  joy,  pursue  my  way, 

And  as  a  bounding  hart  fly  home, 
Through  all  eternity  to  prove, 
Thy  Nature,  and  Thy  Name,  is  Love ! 


458  MISCELLANEOUS. 


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1  Thy  works,  not  mine,  0  Christ ! 

Speak  gladness  to  this  heart : 
They  tell  me  all  is  done, 

They  bid  my  fear  depart : 
To  whom,  save  Thee  who  canst  alone 
For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee  ? 

2  Thy  tears,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Have  wept  my  guilt  away, 
And  turned  this  night  of  mine 

Into  a  blessed  day  : 
To  whom,  .save  Thee  who  canst  alone 
For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee  ? 

3  Thy  wounds,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Can  heal  my  bruised  soul ; 
Thy  stripes,  not  mine,  contain 

The  balm  that  makes  me  whole : 
To  whom,  save  Thee  who  canst  alone 
For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee  ? 


4  Thy  cross,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Has  borne  the  awful  load 
Of  sins  that  none  could  bear 

But  the  incarnate  God : 
To  whom,  save  Thee  who  canst  alone 
For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee  ? 

5  Thy  death,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Has  paid  the  ransom  due  ; 
Ten  thousand  deaths  like  mine 

Would  have  been  all  too  few : 
To  whom,  save  Thee  who  canst  alone 
For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee  ? 

6  Thy  righteousness  alone 

Can  clothe  and  beautify ; 
I  wrap  it  round  my  soul, 

In  this  I'll  live  and  die  : 
To  whom,  save  Thee  who  canst  alone 
For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee  ? 


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1  Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high ! 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

Oh  receive  my  soul  at  last 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee  ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  ! 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing ! 

3  Wilt  Thou  not  regard  my  call  ? 

Wilt  Thou  not  accept  my  prayer  ? 
Lo  !  I  sink,  I  faint,  I  fall ! 
Lo  !  on  Thee  I  cast  my  care  ! 


Reach  me  out  Thy  gracious  hand  ! 

While  I  of  Thy  strength  receive  ; 
Hoping  against  hope  I  stand, 

Dying,  and  behold  I  live  ! 

4  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

More  than  all  in  Thee  I  find : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind  ! 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  Name ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

5  Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound  • 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within ! 
Thou  of  Life  the  Fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee  • 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart ! 

Rise  to  all  eternity ! 


460  MISCELLANEOUS. 


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1  Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 
I  am  weak,  but  Thou  art  mighty, 
Hold  me  with  Thy  powerful  hand. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain 

Whence  the  living  waters  flow; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through. 

3  Feed  me  with  the  heavenly  manna 

In  this  barren  wilderness ; 
Be  my  Sword,  and  Shield,  and  Banner, 
Be  the  Lord  my  Righteousness. 

4  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side. 


462  MISCELLANEOUS. 
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1002 

i  Saviour,  through  the  desert  lead  us  ! 

Without  Thee  we  cannot  go  ; 
Thou  from  cruel  chains  hast  freed  us, 

Thou  hast  laid  the  tyrant  low: 
Let  Thy  Presence  still  precede  us, 

Comfort  us  in  every  woe. 


2  When  we  halt,  no  track  perceiving, 
Fearful  lest  we  go  astray, 

Then  the  pillar,  onward  cleaving, 
Fire  by  night,  and  cloud  by  day, 

Shall  direct  us,  undeceiving, 
So  we  shall  not  miss  the  way. 


CRUSADERS'  HYMN.     5s,  6s  &  8s. 

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1003 

1  Fairest  Lord  Jesus  ! 
Ruler  of  all  nature  ! 

O  Thou  of  God  and  man  the  Son ! 

Thee  will  I  cherish, 

Thee  will  I  honor, 
Thou  my  soul's  Glory,  Joy,  and  Crown. 

2  Fair  are  the  meadows, 
Fairer  still  the  woodlands 

Robed  in  the  blooming  garb  of  spring  : 


Jesus  is  fairer, 
Jesus  is  purer, 
Who  makes  the  woeful  heart  to  sing. 

3  Fair  is  the  sunlight, 

Fairer  still  the  moonlight, 
And  the  twinkling  starry  host : 

Jesus  shines  brighter, 

Jesus  shines  purer 
Than  all  the  angels  heaven  can  boast. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


463 


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1  Nothing  but  leaves !  the  Spirit  grieves 

Over  a  wasted  life; 
O'er  sin  committed  while  conscience  slept, 
Promises  made  but  never  kept, 

Hatred,  battle,  and  strife; 
Nothing  but  leaves. 

2  Nothing  but  leaves !  no  garnered  sheaves 

Of  life's  fair  ripened  grain ; 
Words,  idle  words,  for  earnest  deeds ; 
We  sow  our  seeds,  lo,  tares  and  weeds, 

We  reap  with  toil  and  pain 
Nothing  but  leaves. 

3  Nothing  but  leaves !  memory  weaves 

No  veil  to  screen  the  past; 
As  we  retrace  our  weary  way, 
Counting  each  lost  and  misspent  day, 

We  find  sadly  at  last 
Nothing  but  leaves. 

4  And  shall  we  meet  the  Master  so, 

Bearing  our  withered  leaves? 
The  Saviour  looks  for  perfect  fruit, 
We  stand  before  Him,  humbled,  mute, 

Waiting  the  words  He  breathes, 
Nothing  but  leaves ! 


464 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


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1  Child  of  sorrow,  child  of  care, 
Wouldst  thou  learn  thy  griefs  to  bear, 
And  escape  from  every  snare? 

Trust  in  God  alone! 
Human  strength  is  weak  and  vain, 
Sin  will  oft  its  power  regain; 
Humbly  ask,  and  help  obtain 

From  thy  Father's  throne. 

2  Knowest  thou,  in  this  vale  of  tears, 
Gloomy  doubts,  distracting  fears, 
Painful  months,  and  sorrowing  years? 

To  the  Saviour  fly ! 
He  that  drank  the  bitter  cup, 
Bids  thee  in  His  mercy  hope  ; 
Let  thy  prayer  be  lifted  up 

To  His  throne  on  high. 


MISCELLANEOUS, 


465 


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1  Behold,  the  shade  of  night  is  now  receding, 
Kindling  with  splendors  fair  the  dawn  is  glowing, 
With  fervent  hearts,  oh  let  us  all  implore  Him — 

Ruler  Almighty : 

2  That  He,  our  God,  will  look  on  us  in  pity, 

Send  strength  for  weakness,  grant  us  His  salvation, 
And  with  a  Father's  pure  affection  give  us 
Glory  eternal. 

3  This  grace  oh  grant  us,  Godhead  Ever-blessed, 
Of  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  in  union, 

Whose  praises  be  through  earth's  most  distant  regions 
Ever  resounding  ! 

IOO7  Evening  Praise. 

1  'Mid  evening  shadows  let  us  all  be  watching, 
Ever  in  psalms  our  deep  devotion  waking, 

And  with  one  voice  hymns  to  the  Lord,  the  Saviour, 
Sweetly  be  singing. 

2  That  to  the  Holy  King  our  songs  ascending, 
We  worthily,  with  all  His  saints,  may  enter 
The  heavenly  temple,  joyfully  partaking 

1  '  Life  everlasting. 

3  This  grace  oh  grant  us,  Godhead  Ever-blessed, 
Of  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  in  union, 

Whose  praises  be  through  earth's  most  distant  regions. 
Ever  resounding  ! 


RESPONSES    TO    THE  COMMANDMENTS. 
RESPONSE  TO  THE  COMMANDMENTS.     No.  i. 


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1  The  law  of  the  Lord  is  perfect,  con-  |  verting  •  the  |  soul : 
The  testimony  of  the  Lord  is  sure,  making  |  wise  the  |  simple. 

2  The  statutes  of  the  Lord  are  right,  re-  |  joicing  •  the  |  heart : 

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3  The  fear  of  the  Lord  is  clean,  en-  |  during  *  for-  |  ever : 

The  judgments  of  the  Lord  are  true  and  righteous  |  alto-  |  gether. 

4  More  to  be  desired  are  they  than  gold,  yea,  than  |  much  fine  |  gold : 
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And  in  keeping  of  them  there  is  |  great  re-  |  ward. 


RESPONSE  TO  THE  COMMANDMENTS.     No.  3. 


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DOXOLOGIES. 


1  L.  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings 
flow ; 

Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below  ■ 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

2  L.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 

3  LM- 

Eternal  Father  of  the  Word, 
Eternal  Son,  co-equal  King, 
Eternal  Spirit,  God  and  Lord, 
To  Thee  unceasing  praise  we  bring. 

4.  L  M  . 

Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son 
Who  rose  from  death,  be  glory  given, 
With  Thee,  O  Holy  Comforter, 
Henceforth,  by  all  in  earth  and  heaven. 

^  .  L.  M„  6  lines. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

6  L  M.,  6  lines. 

Immortal  honor,  endless  fame, 
Attend  the  Almighty  Father's  Name  \ 
The  Saviour-Son  be  glorified 
Who  for  lost  man's  redemption  died ; 
And  equal  adoration  be, 
Eternal  Paraclete,  to  Thee. 

7  C.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


8  C.  M. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  Him 
known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

g  c  m. 

To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  All-Divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

10  CM. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 

All  glory  be  from  Saints  on  earth, 
And  from  the  Angel-host. 

11  CM. 

The  Father's  Name  we  loudly  raise, 

The  Son  we  all  adore, 
The  Holy  Ghost,  One  God,  we  praise, 

Both  now  and  evermore. 

12  CM. 
Glory  to  God  the  Father  be, 

Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  to  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Glory  to  God  alone. 
I  ^  C  M.,  Double. 

The  God  of  mercy  be  adored, 

Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 
Who  saves  by  His  redeeming  Word 

And  new-creating  Breath : 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  All-Divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 
I4.  CP,  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God,  whom  heaven's  triumphant 

And  saints  on  earth,  adore ;  [host 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last, 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


DOXOLOGIES. 


471 


15  C.  L  M. 

O  Father  of  unbounded  might, 

O  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Adored  by  all  the  saints  in  light, 

And  by  the  angel  host, — 
Our  humble  praise  we  bring  to  Thee, 
And  will,  throughout  eternity. 

16  S.  M. 
To  the  eternal  Three, 

In  will  and  essence  One  ; 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 
Coequal  honors  done. 

iy  s.  m. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  'glory  be, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  remain 

Through  all  eternity. 

18  S.  M. 
Praise  to  the  Father  be, 

Praise  to  His  Only  Son, 
Praise  to  the  blessed  Paraclete, 
While  endless  ages  run. 

19  S.  M. 
Father  of  Majesty, 

Thine  Only  Son  our  Lord, 
Thine  Ever-blessed  Spirit,  be 
Forevermore  adored. 

20  8s&7s. 

Praise  the  Father,  earth  and  heaven, 
Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise, 

As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given, 
Glory  through  eternal  days. 

21  8s  &  75. 

Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation, 

Praise  the  Spirit  from  above. 
2  2  8s  &  7s. 

Jesus,  Thou  our  praise  dost  merit, 

Glory  ever  be  to  Thee, 
With  the  Father,  and  the  Spirit, 

Now  and  through  eternity. 


2  ^  8s  &  7s-  Double. 

Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation  : 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love  ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation  • 

Praise  the  Spirit  from  above ; 
Author  of  the  new  creation, 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live ; 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  One  Jehovah  give. 

24  8sl7s&4. 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father  ! 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Son ! 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit ! 

Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One  : 
Glory,  glory, 

While  eternal  ages  run. 

2  5  8s,  7s  &  4. 

Great  Jehovah,  we  adore  Thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne : 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One. 

26  8s)7s&4. 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit, 
Thou,  the  God  whom  we  adore,, 

May  we  all  Thy  love  inherit, 
To  Thine  image  us  restore : 

Vast  Eternal ! 
Praises  to  Thee  evermore. 

27  7*- 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Blessing,  honor,  glory  be 
Given  by  all  the  heavenly  host, 

And  by  all  on  earth  to  Thee. 

28  73. 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  His  love ; 
Praise  Him  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


472 


DOXOLOGIES. 


2  9  73. 

Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Praise  and  glory  be  to  Thee, 
Now,  and  for  eternity. 


30 


7s- 


Glory  to  the  Eternal  One, 
Glory  to  His  Only  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  be 
Now,  and  through  eternity. 

3  I  7s,  6  lines. 

Praise  the  name  of  God  most  high, 
Praise  Him,  all  below  the  sky, 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost : 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  His  praise  shall  last. 

^  2  7s,  Double. 

Praise  our  glorious  King  and  Lord, 
Angels  waiting  on  His  word, 
Saints  that  walk  with  Him  in  white, 
Pilgrims  walking  in  His  light : 
Glory  to  the  Eternal  One, 
Glory  to  His  Only  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  be 
Now,  and  through  eternity. 


33 


H.  M. 


To  God  the  Father's  throne 

Perpetual  honors  raise ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
And  to  the  Spirit  praise  : 
With  all  our  powers,  Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing,  while  faith  adores. 

.3+  H- M- 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit  ever  blest, 
Eternal  Three  in  One, 

All  worship  be  addrest : 
As  heretofore  it  was,  is  now, 
.And  shall  be  so  for  evermore. 


35  lls- 

O  Father  Almighty,  to  Thee  be  ad- 
drest, 

With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  One  God 

ever  blest, 
All  glory  and  worship,  from  earth  and 


from  heaven, 


[given. 


36 


As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be 

IOS   &  IIS. 


By  all  holy  spirits  that  fill  the  wide 
heaven,  [given 
And  saints  upon  earth,  let  praises  be 
To  God,  in  Three  Persons,  the  God  we 
adore, 

As  it  has  been,  now  is,  and  shall  be 
e'ermore. 

^  y  7s  &.  6s.  Trochaic. 

To  the  Father,  to  the  Son 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest, 
Everlasting  Three  in  One, 

All  worship  be  addrest, 
Praise  from  all  above,  below, 

As  throughout  the  ages  past, 
Now  is  given,  and  shall  be  so 

While  endless  ages  last. 

^  §  7s  &.  6s.  Iambic. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  loftiest  praises  given, 

Now  and  for  ever  more  : 
Earth  join  with  heaven  in  singing 

The  praise  of  pardoning  love, 
Till  the  loud  anthem  swelling 

Shall  reach  the  courts  above. 

6s&4s. 

To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence,  evermore ; 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


[  The  figures  refer  to  the  7iumber  of  the  Hymns] 


Accepted  time,  267,  270. 
Active  effort,  518,  524,  527,  731. 
Adoption,  404,  477,  913. 
Adoption,  Spirit  of,  239.  346. 
Advent,  Second,  795—823. 

Glory  of  second,  801,  820. 

Prayer  for  second,  795,  798,  817, 
819. 

Awaiting  second,  119,  741,  742, 
799,  824. 

Afflictions,  533,  535, 539,  540,  543,  546, 

757,  758. 
Angels,  at  the  tomb,  171. 

Joy  at  the  resurrection,  174. 

Ministry  of,  876,  899. 

Song  of.  See  Song  of  Angels. 
Appeal  to  Christ,  222,  317,  329,  578. 
Ashamed  of  Jesus,  371,  379. 
Asleep  in  Jesus,  777. 
Assurance,  393,  404,  410,  470. 
Backsliding  repented  of,  490,  491. 
Baptism,  Holy,  623—634. 

of  Children,  623,  625—629,  631, 
632. 

Benedictions,  591,  603,  622. 
Bethlehem,  Star  of,  115, 122,  918. 
Blessedness,  Christian,  446,  447,  454. 

In  death,  790,  791. 

Of  the  Saints,  839. 
Blessing  Sought,  613,  614,  615. 
Blood  of  Christ,  Value  of,  144'. 
Bounty  of  God  in  Providence,  920, 
922. 

Bridegroom,  Coming  of,  811,  812. 
Brotherly  love,  677,  678,  681,  682, 
683. 

Call,  God's,  273. 
Calmness,  554. 
Calvary,  278. 

Charity,  515—519,  525,  526. 
Children.  See  Baptism  of. 

Death  of,  787,  788. 
Christ  ;— 

Adoration  of,  712,  125, 141,  142, 

161,  £45,  676. 
Advent  of,  101—106, 117, 126, 127. 
Advocate,  78, 192,  308. 
All  in  all,  161,  203,  212,  214,  316, 

324,  327,  337,  342,  347,  348,  358, 

375,  378,  428. 
Ascension  of,  187,  189,  191,  194, 

198,  197. 
Atonement  of,  151,  160. 
Best  Friend,  199. 
Benevolence  of.  134. 
Birth  announced,  110—117. 
Burial  of,  166—168. 
Character  of,  131,  133,  137,  138. 
Childhood  of,  129,  130. 
Conqueror,  171, 174, 176, 186. 197. 
Conqueror  Crowned,  the,  188. 
Cornerstone,  the,  575,  590. 
Coronation  of,  200,  205. 
Cross  and  Crown  of,  202,  382. 


Christ  ;— 

Crucified,  145, 147,  149,  150,  152, 

157,  162,  348. 
Delight  in,  357,  358,  450. 
Divinity  of,  125,  132,  193. 
Dwelling  place  of,  49. 
Everliving  Redeemer,  199,  212, 

217. 

Exaltation  of,  193,  206,  215. 
Exemplar,  130,  131,  133,  137, 138, 
342. 

First  fruits,  172,  173,  176. 
Forerunner,  195. 
Fountain,  163,  165,  278. 
Fullness  of,  331,  338,  461,  520, 
914. 

Glory  of,  136,  139,  200—211. 
High  priest,  192,  220,  223,  340, 
341. 

Hope  of  His  people,  78. 
Humanity  of,  121,  129,  162,  531. 
Humility  of,  137. 
Humiliation  of,  129, 133, 144, 145, 

147,  151,  156,  162. 
Invitation  of.  135,  383. 
Judge,  55,  808. 

King  of  the  Church,  136,  210, 

342  335 
Eing'of  Glory,  188,  211. 
King,  Sovereign,  194. 
Knocking  at  the  door,  262. 
Lamb  of  God,  322. 
Light,  120,  351,  424,  865, 894,  929. 
Lord  our  Righteousness,  85. 
Love  of,  101,  150,  203,  204. 
Loving-kindness  of,  370. 
Majesty  of,  140,  141,  162. 
Man  of  sorrows,  146. 
Mediator,  99. 
Ministry  of,  103, 132—134. 
Miracles,  132,  134. 
Name  of,  221,  327. 
Nativity  of,  105,  109,  111,  112, 

114—117. 
Obedience  of,  130, 138. 
Offices  of,  341,  389. 
Only  plea,  290,  292,  306,  314,  322. 
Our  Passover,  183. 
Preciousness  of,  338,  339,  347. 

349,  352,  378,  436,  886,  891. 
Prince  of  Peace,  892. 
Privileges  in,  340. 
Prophet,  341. 
Refuge,  316,  395,  530. 
Reign  of,  joy  in,  198. 
Resurrection,  169,  170,  176, 186. 
Resurrection,  pledge  of,  180, 182. 
Rock  of  ases,  328. 
Sacrifice,  144,  159. 
Saviour,  the,  153,  165,  221,  276, 

277. 

Sepulchre,  166—168. 
Shepherd,  360,  406,  629,  666,  669. 
Substitute,  156. 


Christ ;- 

Sufferings  of,  143, 144, 145, 147— 

149,  456. 
Transfiguration  of,  139. 
Triumphal  entry  of,  140—142. 
Way,  Truth  and  Life,  372,  511. 
Weeping  over  sinners,  283. 
Work  finished,  151,  160. 
Christians ; — 

At  the  cross,  150,  152,  154,  155, 

367,  456,  460,  647. 
Christ  the  life  of,  434,  435,  751. 
Comfort   under  bereavement, 

782,  786,  792. 
Confidence  in  God,  43,  50.  62,  64, 

68,  75,  77,  88,  209,  376,  426,  449, 

532,  544. 
Conflict,  43,  314,  445,  481,  486. 
Conquerors  through  Christ,  212. 
Courage,  405,  407,  410—413,  417, 

419,  496. 
Cross  and  Crown,  202,  382. 
Dependence  on  Christ,  78,  153, 

218,  387,  421,  428,  441,  448,  543. 
Encouragement,  408,  419,  420, 

426. 

Festival  of,  181. 

Hatred  of  sin  of,  294,  296. 

One  family,  686. 

Perseverance  of,  407 — 409. 

Preservation  of,  70. 

Property  of  Christ,  313,  374,  376. 

Support  of,  67,  75,  90,  190. 
Church;— 555— 

The  Bride,  704. 

Channel  of  blessing,  558. 

Deliverance  of,  709. 

Glory  of,  557,  560. 

God  the  strenglh  of,  32. 

Invitation  of,  279. 

Longing  for  Christ's  advent.  118. 

Love  for,  559,  563,  565. 

Safety  of,  89. 

Song  of,  492. 

Triumphant,  684,  685. 
Come  and  welcome,  276,  279,  323. 
Comfort  for  the  sorrowing,  269,  7F9. 
Comforter,  the  Holy  Ghost,  the,  231, 
234. 

Communion ; — 

Hymns  for,  148, 149,  350,  521,  522, 

603,  645—676. 
With  God,  463,  464,  870. 
Confession  of  faith,  635—644. 

Of  Sin,  290,  292,  295,  297,  298,  305, 
309,  320,  940. 
Consecration,  69,  313,  318,  326,  523, 
638. 

Consistency,  444. 

Contrition,  310,  314,  316,  320, 490, 493. 
Country,  930,  931. 
Covenant  Abrahamic.  624,  631. 
Covenant  Established,  121. 
Pleading  the,  306. 


474 


INDEX    OF  SUBJECTS 


Creation,  37,  45. 

Close  of  Worship,  40,  457. 

Days,  Fewness  of,  7j3— 765. 

Dismission,  613— 617,  894. 

Death,  Confidence  in,  780,  781,  783. 

Conquered,  176,  177,  186. 

Fear  of,  overcome,  755,  778,  779, 
782,  818. 

Of  infants,  782,  787. 

Of  a  Pastor,  766. 

Prevalence  of,  762,  770. 
Decrees  94« 

Delight  in  God,  82,  465,  571. 

Christ,  357,  358. 

Worship,  500—502. 
Devotion,  330,  382,  397,  433,  443,  466 
—463,  481,  550,  551. 

Private,  500—502,  504,  547. 
Dies  Ine,  810,  814. 
Divine  Glory,  Christian  rule,  403. 

Perfections,  65,  66. 
Dominion  of  God,  94. 
Easter  Hymns,  174, 175,  178,  179, 180 

—186. 
Effectual  Calling,  431. 
Entreaty,  Penitent,  315, 
Epiphany,  122—124. 
Expostulation,  259-268,  231,  286. 
Eternity,  93,  815. 
Eternal  life,  843. 
Evening  Hymns,  597,  871—915. 
Evening  of  Life,  903,  910. 

Meditation,  8S8. 

Prayer,  879,  831,  886,  891,  895. 

Worship,  871,  873,  876,  897,  898, 
901,  911,  912,  915. 
Faith,  317—338,  3S7,  451. 

Confession  of,  635—644. 
In  the  Father,  635. 
In  the  Son,  636. 
In  the  Holy  Ghost,  637. 

Of  our  fathers,  93-1. 

In  the  dying  hour,  753. 

Foundation  of,  348,  484. 

Prayer  for,  319. 

Public  confession  of,  639,  640. 

Eejoicing  in,  293,  295,  298,  317, 
322,  329. 

Strength  of,  319,  325,  326,  333, 
336. 

Fast-day,  938-943. 
Feast  of  the  Lord's  Supper,  668,  670. 
Fidelity,  Prayer  for,  396,  498. 
Following  Christ,  333,  336,  372,  415, 
427. 

Forever  Christ's,  664. 

With  the  Lord,  772. 
Forgiveness,  525. 

Sought  by  the  Cross,  155,  285, 
237,  289,  291,  293.  312. 
Forsaking  all  for  Christ,  313,  327, 
333,  336. 

Fountain  filled  with  blood,  163,  164, 

165.  278. 
Freedom,  Christian,  448. 
Free  offer  of  salvation,  257—281. 
Fruits  of  the  Spirit,  226,  241, 399, 400. 
Funeral  Hymns,  766,  774-778,  782, 

785,  786,  791. 
Gcthsemme,  143. 
Glory.  139. 

Christ's,  200,  211. 

Christ's  entrance  into,  187,  188. 
Glorying  in  the  Cross,  150,  216,  334. 
Gloria  in  Excelsis,  7,  36,  38,181. 
God  ;— 

Calling  of,  273. 

Call  to  praise,  19.  28. 

Compassionate  Father,  51,508. 

Condescension  of,  25, 102. 

Jn  Creation,  37.  54,  05. 

Eternal,  53,  81,  93. 


God  ;— 

Ever-living,  67. 
Exalted,  14. 

The  Father,  Praise  to,  46,  47. 

Faithfulness  of,  542. 

Goodness  and  Truth  of,  20,  56, 
60,  61,  102. 

Greatness  of.  42,  56,  102. 

Guide,  73, 124. 

Helper,  96,  222,  437. 

Holiness  of,  44. 

King,  41. 

Love  of,  35,  84. 

Majesty  of,  46—52. 

Mercy  of,  69,  74. 

Omniscience  of,  95. 

Omnipotence  of,  63,  80. 

Omnipresence  of,  48,  95. 

Prayer-hearing,  78,  576. 

Presence  of,  48,  95. 

Providence  of,  57,  71,  91,  92,  94. 

Reconciled  in  Christ,  218. 

Refuge,  89,  96. 

Source  of  blessing,  91. 

Sovereignty,  81,  94. 

Unchangeable,  80. 

Watchful  care  of,  72,  88. 
Good  tidings,  113, 520. 
Gospel  Feast,  601. 

Spread  of  the,  729,  730,  733. 

Teachings  of,  249—253,  868. 
Grace,  17,  90,  98,  355.  369,  377. 
Gratitude,  356,  366,  377,  462,  497,  855. 
Grieving  the  Spirit,  288. 
Harvest,  Spiritual,  703,  739. 
Heart,  Renewed,  468. 
Heathen,  710. 
Heaven,  824—852. 

An  abiding  city,  S27. 

Blessedness  of,  476,  750, 828, 832, 
833—337,  850. 

Longed  for,  471, 472, 473,  479, 483, 
745,  746—748,  761,  824,  827,  834. 

Nearness  to,  749. 

Holiness  of,  840,  848. 

Our  Home,  752,  829,  837. 

Hoped  for,  735,  755. 

Participation  in,  847,  848. 

Preparation  for,  842. 

Prospect  of,  825, 828,  830,  833. 

A  Rest,  768,  773. 

Saints  in.   See  Saints. 

Security  of,  841. 
Heavenly  race,  413. 

Theme,  362. 
High-Priest,  192,  220,  223. 
Holiness  of  God,  44. 

Desired,  466-408,  505, 883. 

Way  of,  372. 
Holy  Ghost,  225—248. 

The  Comforter,  231,  234,  236, 242. 

Divinity  of,  301. 

The  Enlightener,  233,  238,  240, 
711. 

The  Fruits  of,  226,  241. 

The  Intercessor,  239. 

Our  Helper,  303. 

The  Quickener,  231,  232,  236. 

The  Sanctificr,  227. 

Sent  by  the  Son,  229. 
Home  in  view,  825. 
Hope  encoura?cd,  485. 

In  God,  429,  430,  438,  439,  488, 
528,  534. 

Christ,  146,  212,  383.  387 

The  resurrection,  180. 
Immanuel,  97. 
Immortality,  774,  776. 
Incarnation  of  Christ,  119,  126. 
Inconstancy  lamented,  610. 
Infant  Salvation,  787,  788. 
Inspiration,  243—256. 


Installation  Hymn,  694. 
Intercession  of  Christ,  192,  220—224, 
340. 

Prayed  for,  224. 
Invitation,  257—281,  323. 
Invocation,  301. 
Jehovah,  67,  81. 

A  King,  15,  29,  30. 

Praise  to,  9,  15, 16,  32,  67. 
Jesus  our  Guide,  122,  124. 

The  resurrection,  756,  760. 
Jews,  Prayer  for,  714. 
Joy  in  God,  438. 

Christ,  337,  384. 

Christ's  reign,  198. 

Over  Christ's  resurrection,  182. 
Jubilee,  713,  735,  740. 
Judgment,  802. 
Judgment-day,  809,  810,  814. 

Preparation  for,  803—807,  813. 
Justification.   See  Faith. 
Kingdom,  Christ's,  716. 
Laboring  with  Christ,  S66. 
Lamb  of  God,  322,  159. 

Glory  to,  23. 

Song  of  the,  97. 
Latter  day  glory,  719,  720. 
Life,  the  accepted  time,  267. 
Life,  Christian,  371—554. 

Vanity  of,  762—765. 
Lisht  in  darkness,  71. 
Litany,  330,  541. 
Looking  upward,  87. 
Lord's  Day,  581,  583,  585,  589,  593,  594, 
600,  604. 

Lord,  Praise  to  the,  19,  22,  28,  39. 
Lord's  Prayer,  514,  700,  795. 
Lord's  Supper,  645—676. 
Longing  after  God,  487. 

To  be  with  Christ,  472. 

For  Christ's  coming,  118. 
Lost,  but  found,  360,  361. 
Love,  184. 
Love,  Divine,  237. 

For  the  Church,  559. 

Of  God,  35,  84,  99. 

Jesus,  101,  184,  393. 

For  the  Saviour,  78, 343,  344, 350, 
352,  356,  359,  364,  365,  381,  460, 
478,  482,  874,  900. 

Scriptures,  254—256. 
Man,  sinful  by  nature,  307. 
Martyr-faith,  688. 
Mary  at  the  Cross,  149. 
Meditation  on  Christ,  349,  757. 

Divine  perfections,  877. 
Meekness,  432. 

Mercies,  piaise  for,  26,  27,  69,  74. 
Mercy-seat,  503. 

Mercy  sought,  285,  295,  309,  311,  875. 
Messiah,  advent  of,  127. 

Kingdom  of,  104. 
Millenn  um,  731. 
Ministry,  Christian,  690—708. 

Commission  to,  690. 

Installation  of,  694. 

Ordination  of,  692,  693. 

Prayer  for,  695,  696,  699,  700,  705. 

Watchfulness  of,  701,  706. 
Miracles,  132,  134. 

Missions,  31,  207,  699,  700,  702,  709 
—743. 

Missionary  Hymn,  732,  734. 
Morning  Hymn,  582,  853—370. 

Prayer,  856—853, 860, 861,867,809. 

At  the  tomb,  169. 
Mortality  and  Life,  744—794. 
Mountains,  Three,  386. 
Name  of  God  revered,  44. 
National,  930—937. 

Blessing  sought,  935—937. 

Distress,  932,  941. 


INDEX    OF  SUBJECTS. 


475 


National  Hymn,  930,  931,  933. 

Humiliation,  938—943. 

Thanksgiving,  944—947. 
Nature,  Call  to  Praise,  19,  34. 

And  Grace,  83. 

God  in,  54. 

Teachings  of,  21—49. 
Needy  encouraged,  271. 
New  Jerusalem,  821,  835,  837,  849, 
850,  852. 

Glory  of,  833. 
Night  watches,  909. 
None  bu  Christ,  394. 
Nunc  dimittis,  743. 
Obedience,  Christ's,  130. 

Christian's,  802. 
Obligation  to  Christ,  444. 
Onward,  496. 

Opening  the  heart  to  Christ,  120. 

Psalm  29,  56.  41(5,  504,  530—569, 
571,  572,  577,  580,  584,  536,  587, 
590,  592. 
Ordination,  692,  693. 
Outpouring  of  the  Spirit,  230,  243. 
Paradise,  851. 
Pardon  sought,  307. 
Parting  Hymn,  674.  See  Dismission. 
Pastor  welcomed,  093. 

Death  of,  766. 
Peace  of  mind,  91,  447,  548,  579. 

In  God,  398. 

Through  faith,  40,  443,  548. 
Penitence,  282—316. 
Pentecost,.  230. 
Perseverance,  405,  406,  453. 
Pilgrim's  prayer,  422,  423. 

Song.  363,  744. 
Pity  sought,  287. 

Pleading  with  Jesus,  297,  298,308, 

311,  353. 
Poor,  515. 
Praise,  339. 

General,  8, 9, 29,  33,  41,  45,  64,  79, 

550,  573,  577,  592,  947. 
For  atoning  love,  345,  348. 
To  the  ascended  Saviour,  196, 
197,  208. 

To  Christ,  86.  141,  142,  194,  206, 
219,  251,  300,  332,  309,  663,  728. 

For  creation  and  redemption,  45. 

For  Divine  Goodness  and  Truth, 
20. 

Call  to,  19,  29,  34,  59,  208. 
To  Jehovah,  16,  29,  618,  712. 
For  Redemption,  231,  339,  364, 

368,  697. 
Tc  the  Lord,  18,  22,  23,  593. 
To  the  Trinity,  3,  5,  58. 
Call  to  the  Trinity,  10. 
Prayer,  400,  507,  513. 
Nature  of,  509. 
To  Christ,  78,  224. 
Encouragement  to,  76. 
For  Guidance,  73,  634. 
For  the  Holy  Spirit,  248,  388, 

576,  692. 

To  the  Holy  Spirit,  225, 226—229, 
243,  246,  301,  303,  479,  691. 

The  Lord's,  514,  700.  795. 

For  Seamen,  916—918. 

For  those  at  Sea,  916—918. 

Power  of.  512. 

Preparation  for,  510. 

For  a  Revival,  244,  245,  248. 
Precious  Promises,  484,  495. 
Presence  of  God,  494.    See  Omni- 
presence. 
Progress,  Christian,  419,  420. 
Prophecy  fulfilled  in  Christ,  201. 
Protection,  Christian,  79,  82,  87,  904. 


Race,  the  Heavenly,  413. 
Ransom,  Christ  the,  158. 
Receiving  Christ,  320—322,  335. 
Redeeming  love,  Song  of,  214,  362. 
Redemption  Proclaimed,  258. 

Praise  for,  45,  201,  368. 
Refuge,  89,  96. 
Reign  of  Christ,  198. 
Rejoicing,  572. 

Remembering  Christ,  645,  667,  672. 
Renouncing  all  for  Christ.  333,  336, 
452,  793. 
!  Repentance,  282. 
Repose  in  God,  880,  882,  889,  896. 
Reproach,  self,  284. 
Rest,  203,  264,  280,  383,  545. 

Day  of,  593,  594. 

Desire  for,  746. 
Resting  on  Christ,  331,  537. 
Resurrection,  169,  170,  171—173,  176 
—179,  767,  768—816. 

Of  saints,  822,  823. 
Revival  sought,  244,  245,  248. 
Riches  of  Christ,  364. 
Rock  of  Ages.  328. 
Sabbath,  581,  583,  585,  587,  589,  592, 
593,  604,  609,  612. 

Delight  in,  606,  607. 

Earnest  of  Heaven,  608,  611,  619. 
Sacraments,  023—070. 
Sacrifice,  144. 

Saints,  Communion  of,  677 — 689. 

In  Heaven,  084—088,  784, 794,  819 
831,  844—840. 

Welcomed,  680. 
Salvation  Completed,  151,  160,  455. 

Through  Christ,  144,  148,  158. 

Free  offer  of,  257—281. 

Joy  in,  207. 

Way  of,  321. 
Sanctification.  See  Grace  and  Holi- 
ness Desired.  . 
Scriptures,  250. 

Love  for,  254,  256. 

Seasons,  919—929. 

Secret  Communion,  872,  873, 885. 
Security  in  Christ,  392,  548. 
Seeking  God,  442,  443,  580. 

God's  Blessing,  591,  603,  620,  621. 
Revival,  244,  245,  248. 
Self-abasement,  304. 
Sheep  returning,  158. 
Shelter  sought,  469. 
I  Shepherd,  the  Lord,  our,  24,  53,  62, 
75,  77,  209,  425. 

Christ,  the  good,  360,  361;  406. 
Sinai  and  Calvary,  386. 
Sin,  deplored,  285—289,  294. 

Evil  effects  of,  282—280. 
Sinner  at  the  mercy-seat,  302—303, 
314. 

Call  to,  29. 

Coming  to  Christ,  295,  299,  300. 
Dependence  on  Christ,  290,  292, 
293. 

Invited,  259—201.  323. 
Pleading  with  Christ,  297,  298, 
303,  310,  311. 
Soldier  of  the  Cross,  414,  417. 
Song  of  Angels,  108, 109,  111,  112. 
The  Lamb.  97. 
Pilgrims,  363,  744. 
Redeeming  love,  214. 
Simeon,  128. 
The  Virgin,  354. 
|  Source  of  blessings,  Christ  the,  190 
—192. 

Sorrowing  comforted,  269. 
Spirit.  Holy,  invoked,  233,  235,  237, 
247,  38S,  505,  000. 


Spirit,  Fruits  of,  226,  241. 

Outpouring  of,  229,  230. 
Star  of  Bethlehem,  115,  122,  123. 
Still  with  thee,  870. 
Strength  in  God,  96. 
Submission,  529. 
Substitution,  156. 
Sufficient  Saviour,  395. 
Suffering  with  Christ,  416. 
Supper,  the  Lord's,  645—076. 

Invitation  to,  053. 
Sympathy  of  Christ,  589. 

Christian,  679,  683. 
Tabernacle,  Heavenly,  761,  775. 
Te  Deum  Laudamus,  46,  47. 
Temptation,  445,  486. 
Thankfulness,  56,  708,  856,  861,  920. 
Thanksgiving,  Public,  944—947. 
Throne  of  Grace,  506. 
Thomas,  Faith  confirmed,  175. 
Times  and  Seasons,  919—929. 
Titles  of  Christ,  126. 
To-day,  270. 
To-morrow,  771. 
Transfiguration,  139. 
Trinity,  1—13. 

Adoration  of,  1, 4,  13. 

Invocation  of,  2, 11. 

Praise  to,  3,  5. 

Call  to  praise  the,  10. 

Worship  of,  6. 
Triumphal  Entry,  140. 
Trust  in  God,  91,  508,  536,  546,  549. 

Christ,  185,  212,  332,  401,  530,  551, 
538,  7E3.  921. 
Unbelief  rebuked,  459.    See  Faith 

and  Con  fact. 
Unfruitfulness,  480. 
Union  to  Christ,  389,  390,  391,  435, 

640,  643. 
Unity,  555. 

Veni  Creator  Spiritus,  691. 

Virgin's  Song,  354. 

Waiting,  897, 499. 

Wandering  Deplored,  488,  489. 

Wanderer  Invited,  266,  281. 

Wanderer  Restored,  158. 
Returning,  320. 

War.   See  National  Humiliation. 

Warfare,  Christian.   See  Soldier  of 
the  Cross. 

Warning.    See  Invitations. 

Watchfulness,  386,  408,  493,  701,  864. 

Weary  invited  to  rest,  263,  204,  545. 

Welcome  to  the  Saviour,  120. 

Witnesses,  Cloud  of,  687,  689. 

Witness  of  the  Spirit.    See  Holy 
Ghost. 

Works  of  God,  65. 

Worth,  Saviour's,  318,  380,  370. 

Worship,  Close  of,  40.   See  Dismis- 
sion. 

Delight  in,  500—502,  562. 563,  565, 
537,  568,  570,  586,  590,  594,  602. 

Of  Christ,  113,  745,  911. 

Of  God,  14,  15—39. 

The  Trinity,  6. 

Public,  8,  29,  30. 
Wrath  of  God,  807,  809,  814. 
Year,  New,  923,  927. 

Close  of  the,  924,  925. 
Yielding  to  Christ,  385,  642. 
Youth,  638. 
Zeal,  524,  527. 

Zion,  Beauty  and  Strength  of,  32,  560, 
561,  720,  721. 
God  the  Strength  of,  89,  561. 
God's  dwelling-place,  598. 
Enlarged,  736,  737. 


INDEX  OF  TEXTS. 


[  The  figures  refer  to  the  number  of  the  Hymjis.] 


GENESIS. 

1 :  3  711,  908 

3:  15  I....197 

5  :  24   481 

6:3  275 

8  :  9  281 

17  :  7  631 

17  :  9, 10  624 

19  ;  17   257,  268 

22  :  14  458 

24  :  31  680 

23  :  9-22  634 

23  :  10-22  463 

23;  13  10 

23:  18  48 

23  :  17  620 

32:28  502 

32:  28.....  90 

43: 18  397 

EXODUS. 

3  :  14  10 

It :  15  498 

23  :  22   503,  533 

NUMBERS. 

6  :  24-23  615 

23 :  10  769 

24  :  17  124 

DEUTERONOMY. 

3:  25  833 

26:  15  931 

31  :  8  434 

32:  9,10   933 

33:  28-23  57 

33  :  29    945 

34  :  1  832 

JOSHUA. 
3  :  17  747 

JUDGES. 

8:4  426 

RUTH. 
1  :  18  635 

1  SAMUEL. 

1  :  28  627 

2:  6-8  94 

7:  12....  366 

2  SAMUEL. 

23:  4  865 

1  KINGS. 

8:  33-53  935 

2  KINGS. 

20  : 19  932 

1  CHRONICLES. 
4:  10  937 


29:  10-13  9 

29  :  15  927 

2  CHRONICLES. 
7  :  14  245 

NEHEMIAH. 
1:4-6  

9:5......  

ESTHER. 
5:2  589 

JOB. 

1  :  21  546 

3:17,18  791 

5:9  71 

7:  2,3  746 

7  :  16  745 

14:  1  ...763 

16  :  22  744 

19:  25   190,  217 

19  :  25-27   760,  767 

23  :  3  467,  513 

PSALMS. 

3  :  5   857,859 

4:8  831,  898,  905 

5   582,  853 

8  25, 102 

11  

14  714 

17  826 

17  :  8  8 

17  :  15  833 

18  50,  67,  921 

19   21,33,  54,  249,  208 

854,  883 

20  942 

23  24,  53,  62,  75,  77. 

425,  533,  689,  910 
24:  7-10,..  171,  187,  189,  195 

25  397,  401 

27  523,  602 

28:  9  935 

30:5  444,  859 

31  64,  411,  538,  537 

32  207,  454,  549 

33  :  5  64 

33  :  6,  8,  9  45 

34  9,  68,  873,  899 

38  52 

30   764,  765 

42  :  5,  9.... 421,  485,  487,  488 

43  ;..588 

45  138,  698,  704 

45  :  4  140,  141 

46  89,  96,  638 

47  194,  196,  211 

48  32,  560,  561 

51.... 291,  202,  304,  305,  310 

466,  578,  610,  940 
51 :  7  165 


143:  8  

145  42,  60 

146    20,  43 

148   8,  16,  19,  34,  37 

150  22,  59,  587,  712 


73 
.287 
.495 

36 

 429 

...258,  362 

 721 

7  109,  698,  709 

10  430 

4,  5....  147,  156,  286,  38 

6  158,  361 

9  163 

.508 

12  713 

2  604 

15    93,  285,  553 

6,  7  938 

1  556,  731,  733 

1-3.... 103,  135,  161,  520 


INDEX    OF  TEXTS. 


477 


61  :  10  384 

61 : 11  ?30 

63  :  7,  8  2 

JEREMIAH. 
1:7-9  705 

3  :  22  480 

8:  22   ...318 

1(5 :  19-21  530,  729 

23:  6  78 

31 :  3  647 

31  :  18  266,  491 

LAMENTATIONS. 

3  :  22  92 

3  :  23.  855,  858,  880 

5:  21  284 

EZEKIEL. 

18:  31  259 

47  :  1  558,  702 

DANIEL. 

2  :  44  720 

7:  13,  14  197 

12:3  731 

HOSEA. 

G  :  3  494 

14:  1,  2  320,  4D0 

JOEL. 

3  :  17  583 

AMOS. 

4:  12  813 

5:8  903 

MICAH. 

4:1  139,  719 

7: 18  489 

NAHUM. 

1:8  63 

1 :  15  ...703 

HABAKKUK. 

3:2  244,  309 

3  :  17,18  449 

ZEPHANIAH. 
3: 17,18  619 

HAGGAI. 
2:7  118,  566 

ZECHARIAH. 

1:5  770 

9:9  142 

9  :  12  307 

12:  10  651 

13:1  163, 164,  257,335 

14:  8  558 

MALACHI. 

3:1  695 

3  :  16,  17  844 

4:2  351,  733,  863 

MATTHEW. 

1  :  21  218 

2:9  115 

2  :  10  122,  123,  124,  918 

5:5  ..432 

5:6  468 

5:8  402 

5:  45  57 

5:  48  516 

6:9  44 

6:  10  700 

8  :  25    222 


9  •  13   272 

11  :  28.'.135, 263,271, 272,'  321 
323, 335, 383, 545,  641 
11  :  29  264,  280 

13  :  46    337,  343 

14:  25  132 

14:  30  298,  395 

15  :  27  319 

16  :  24  427 

17  :  4  386 

18  :  20    876 

19  :  14  625,  629,  632 

21  :  9  141,  219,  599 

21  :  19  480 

21  :  28  518,  524 

22:  2-10  647 

24  :  30    802 

25:  6  797,  811,  812 

25  :  21  766 

25  :  40    512,  515,  521 

25  :  46    803 

26:11...  517 

26  :  30  673 

27:  50,  51  157 

28  :  1,  2  168 

28  :  2-6  169,  174,  179 

28:  19  626,  690,  717,  732 

MARK. 
4  :  37-41  916,  917 

4  :  39    437 

5  :  36  459 

9  :  8-10  140,  141 

10  :  14..  632,  788 

10  :  16  787 

14  :  24    671 

14:  32-34  143 

16  :  1-6  166,  172,  179 

LUKE. 
1  :  32  117 

1  :  46    354 

2:  10  104, 108,  110 

2:  11  114 

2:13  107,109 

2:  14,. 38, 105, 108,  111,  112 

2  :  25-32..  113, 128,  710,  743 

2  :  32  584,  733 

2:  35  149 

2  :  49  130 

2:  52  129 

7  :  13,  14  756 

7  :  47  369 

10:  5  892 

10  :  38,  42  871 

10  :  42  274 

11  :  1  510,  547,  608 

11  :  9,  10  261 

11  :  13  576 

12  :  32  419,  707 

12  :  33   518 

12  :  35,  36,  37  336,  701 

12  :  43,  44    524 

17:  5  319 

18:  1  400,  507 

18  :  13,  14  305 

19  :  10  101,  161 

19  :  37,  38  142 

19:41  283 

22:  39-44  143 

22:  42  131 

23  :  42,  43.  163, 164,  308 

24  :  2  171 

24  :  29  874,  882,  887,  907 

24  :  32    590 

JOHN. 

1 :  4,  5,  9  120 

1 : 14  83 

1 : 16.331,347,  357,390,  914 
1  : 17  121 


I  :  29.145,159,  322,  367,656 

3:  17  99, 161 

4:  14  278 

6  :  35  468 

6  :  38  521 

G  :  54-56.  .653-655,  657,  659 

663,  670,  671,  672 

7  : 17  494 

8  :  12  120,  424,  865,  894 

911,  929 

8  :  36  448 

9:4  527 

9  :  7  383 

10:  9  841 

10  :  14..  24,  53, 62,  75,  77, 158 

209,  425,  538,  603,  666 

10  :  27,  28  406 

11  :  26  664,  760,  774,  776 

12  :  12-15  140 

12  :  26  415 

12:  32  .....276 

13:8,9  165,  329 

14  :  3  195,  754,  841 

14:  6  372,  511 

14  :  16-21  217,  233,  435 

14  :  26  301 

14  :  27  892 

15.:  5  640 

15  :  26  234 

16  :  13..238, 240, 247, 301,  505 

16  :  33  459 

17  :  4  151 

17:  9  664 

18  :  38,  39  491 

19  :  5  145 

19  :  25,  26  149,  789 

19  :  30  151, 160 

20:  14-16  173 

20  :  26-29  175 

21  :  15-17  381,  495 

ACTS. 

1  : 10  187 

2  :  1-4  230,  247,  694 

2:  17  243,  613 

2:  38  229 

2  :  39  623 

3:8  •  591 

4:  12  221,  310 

10  :  38  134 

13  :  38  155 

16  :  25  909 

20  :  24  529 

20  :  35  517 

21:13.  497 

ROMANS. 

5:1  443 

5:8  154,  329,  549 

5  :  20    292 

6:  4,  5  630,  640 

6  :  15  294 

7:  24,  25  282,293,491 

8:2  227 

8:5  225,  228 

8  :  9  246 

8  :  14  505 

8  :  15  239,  346,  913 

8:  16,  17  231,  236 

8  :  17  202 

8  :  18-22.. 470,  542,  799,  822 

8  :  26  303,  510 

8  :  32    316,  347 

8  :  33    453 

8  :  34    290 

8:  35  203,  450 

8  :  37  212,  485,  688 

8  :  38,  39    350 

10  : 10,  11  636 

II  :  33...  71 

11  :  36    349 


12 

1 

 523 

12 

12 

 750,  853 

13 

11 

 749,  800,  926 

13 

12, 

 410 

14 

8. .3 

89,  467,  537,  642,  643 

14 

12 

 806 

15 

13 

 544 

1  CORINTHIANS. 


30  

2  

9,  10. . 
J,§... 
19  


..290,  358,  428 
152 

.'.'.'.'.'.'.840,'  842 

 183,  661 

 237 

20.........  156,  313,  642 


1G 

31.... 
25.... 
3,4.. 
10.... 
20. . . . 
21,  22 


,  662 

 403 

615,  646,  667 

 178 

.98,  355,  377 
172,  177,  610 

 182 

54,  55.. 170, 184,  774,  843 

57  417,  755,  791 

13  420 


2  CORINTHIANS. 

4  ,...242,  269,  540 

5    540,  543 

6  235 

I  752,  761,  775,  818 

7  411 

8  475,  793,  824 

II  805 

17  343 

10  546 

9  100,  519 

15  2C1,  250 

4  418 

9    445,  461 

14  2,  3 


GALATIANS. 

 457 

48,  393,  ^62 

 147 

 155 

 404 


1 :  3. 
2:  20 


.148. 


4 :  6,  7 

5  :  22.226,  241,  S88,  399,  400 


0: 14. 


150,  216,  334,  344 


EPHESIANS. 


10. 


.155 
.250 


4-7  297,  366,  492 


1-16. 


98 

13  213,  671 

17  277 

18, 19.. 204,  317,  359,365 
622 

 373 

 678 

 555 

186,  189,  229 
260,  ~ 


,  514 

19  618 

20   .3 

11  405,  408,  412,  614 

16,  17  637 

PHILIPPIANS. 


1 :  21. 


6.... 

5,8... 
8-11. 
12,13. 
7,8. . . 


.185,  391,  434,  522 
758,  766 

 471,  475 

 119 

 106,  130,  342 

 215 

 431 

.473,  152,  185,  325 


327,  341,  436,  460,  500 
3:14  413,473 


478 


INDEX    OF  TEXTS. 


3  :  21  767 

4:3  914 

4:4  210,  839 

4:  13  328,  399,  (339 

COLOSSIANS. 

1 :  10-12  527 

1  :  11  153 

1  :  13  375,  461 

1  :  27  817 

2:2  374 

2:9  125 

2  : 10  337 

3  :  2,  3  300;  318,  497 


1: 
18.... 
24,  25. 


.7:) 


..38 

.888 


1  THESSALONIANS. 

4:  13  759,  782 

4:14-18.130,  769,  772,  777 
782,  802,  818,  820,  823 

5:6  797,  927 

5  : 10  313,  889 

5: 11  621 

2  THESSALONIANS. 

1:7  808 

2:8  741 

2:  16, 17  674 

1  TIMOTHY. 

1  :  13  649 

1  :  15  307,  735 

1  :  17  93 

1  : 13, 19  398 

2:8  78 

3:9  493 


2  TIMOTHY. 

10  176 

12  371,  379,  435 

3  407 


12.. 
6-8. 


.298,  414,  792 
.405,  780,  783 


TITUS. 


HEBREWS. 


.578 

.  328 


1  

8  

14  

9,  10.. 
14,  15. 


.....252 

 193 

,878,  890 
.162,  200 
3,  779 


18  314,  531 

9  280,  611,  612,  619 

768,  773,  829 

14  220 

15,16.... 78,  90,  223,  302 
311,  321,  503,  539 
780,  902 

18  530 

25  192,  224,  271,  312 

324,  340,  392 

12  159 

22  144 

12-14  191 

19-23    508 

24,  25    682 

37  798 

10,  14           472,483,  928 

13  684 

25  ,  643 

1  413,  687,  689  j 

2..  131,  387,486.506,792  \ 

3  137,  416  | 

6 


JAMES. 

1:17.... 57,  91,243,550,  856 
915 

1 :  27    525 

2:  14-16  528 

4:  14  771 

1  PETER. 

1  :  3,  4.....  472 

1  :  8...  339,  352,353,478,482 

1  :  18,  19  144,  213 

2  :  7  203,  327,  338,  364 

378,  575,  888 

2  :  9,  10  368 

2  :  21  133,  138 

2:  24  145,  156 

2  :  25    360,  491 

3:8,  9  677 

3  :  14  333 

3:  18...  456 

4:5-7  803 

4  :  12,  13  685 

5  :  2-4    382,  692 

5:7  542,551,  753 

2  PETER. 

1  : 10  470 

1  : 19  351,  485,  869 

3  :  7  809 

3  :  12    804,  813 

3:  13  825 

1  JOHN. 

1:7  295 

1:9    320,  335,  464 

2:1  192,  308,  513 

15-17  452 

2  :  20    691 

2  :  25   843 

1-3  477,  670,  783 

3:5  139 

4  49 

4:4  376 


4:9  153 

4:  10    84,  370 

4  :  19  356 

5  :  4  344 

5:7,8  11 

JUDE. 

24,  25  3,  332,  676 

REVELATION. 

1 :  5,  6  7,  492,  660,  6G1 

1:7  801 

1  :  10-13  604 

1  :  18  210 

2:7  851 

2  :  10  409 

3  :  11  685 

3  :  20   261,  262,  500,  887 

3  :  21  193,  660 

4:  6-11...  1,4,  6, 13,39,46 

47,  58,  474,  794 

5:9  183,  214,  839 

5  :  11  S47 

5:12  12,364,  830,  839 

7  :  9-12.. 5, 23,  208,  208,  474 
819,  831,  847 
7:  13-17.. 658,  735,794,  845 
846 

12:  11  634 

14:  1,  3,  4  198,  6S7 

14:  13  769,  778,  784,  790 

15:  3,  4  ,13,  97 

17:  14  11.  735 

19:  6  ..41 

19:  9  668 

19:  11-16.  ..7,  183,  200,  205 

20:  11,  12  835,  809 

21  :  1-4  49,  821,  837,  852 

21  :  10-27.. 476,  781.  834,  836 

838,  848,  849,  850.  851 
22:  1-5  .835 

22  :16  120 

22  :  17  265,  278,  279 

22:20  695,  798,  799 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


HYMN 

995 
874 
646 
396 
744 
252 
93 

673 
133 
521 
154 
205 
990 
167 


18 
377 
47 

355 
414 
156 
788 
313 
767 
508 
805 
113 
171 
878 
321 
840 
601 
988 
196 
723 
823 
437 
130 
825 
122 
348 
777 
661 


654 
97 


AUTHOR. 

Abide  in  me,  O  Lord  Harriet  B.  Stowe. 

Abide  with  me,  fast  falls  the  eventide  Lyte. 

According  to  Thy  gracious  word.... Montgomery. 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have  C.  Wesley. 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll  Bonar. 

A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page  Cowper. 

A  mighty  fortress  is  our  God  

 Luther,  1530— tr.  F.  H.  Hedge. 

A  parting  hymn  we  sing  Sarah  F.  Adams. 

A  pilgrim  through  this  lonely  world  Bonar. 

A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief  Montgomery. 

Ala3l  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed   Watts. 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  Perronet. 

All  hail  the  power,  &c.  (Chant).. .  (The  original.) 

All  is  over,  pain  and  sorrow  J.  E.  L. 

All  my  heart  this  night  rejoices  

 Paul  Oerhardt—tr.  O.  Winkivorth. 

All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell  Hopkins. 

All  that  I  was,  my  sin,  my  guilt  Bonar. 

Almighty  God,  we  praise  and  own  Te  Deum 

-tr.,  B.  D.  C.  Hy.  Book.,  Ed.  1792. 
Amazing  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound. .  .Neivton. 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  'cross  Watts. 

And  did  the  Holy  and  the  Just  Anne  Steele. 

And  is  there,  Lord,  a  rest  Ray  Palmer. 

And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have  Beddome. 

And  must  this  body  die  Watts. 

And  shall  I  sit  alone  Beddome. 

And  will  the  Judge  descend  Doddridge. 

Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory  Montgomery. 

Angels,  roll  the  rock  away  Scott— Gibbons. 

Angels  where'er  we  go  C.  Wesley. 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat  NevAon. 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise  C.  Wesley. 

Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise  Watts. 

Arise,  O  Lord,  into  Thy  (Chant)  ...Ps.  132  &  24. 

Arise,  ye  people,  and  Lyte. 

Arm  of  the  Lord  Shrubsole. 

As  Jesus  died  and  rose  again  

As  pants  the  hart  Tate  &  Brady. 

As  to  His  earthly  parents'  home  Alford. 

As  when  the  weary  traveller  Newton. 

As  with  gladness  men  of  old  JV.  C.  Dix. 

Ask  ye  what  great  thing  Monsell. 

Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep. . .  .Marg.  Mackay. 
At  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we .  Ad  regias,  Agni—tr. 

At  Thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord  Watts. 

Author  of  life  divine  C.  Wesley. 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song . .  .Hammond — Madan 


HYMN 
955 

853 
412 
413 
370 
411 
926 


14 
15 
34 
262 
811 


1006 
506 
499 
477 
131 
762 
982 
951 


350 
402 
679 
683 


242 
604 
670 
501 
454 
144 
258 
162 
659 
655 
420 
516 
123 


AUTHOR. 

Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength,  O  Zion 

(Chant)   Isaiah  52 : 1,  etc. 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun  Ken. 

Awake,  my  soul,  lift  up  thine  eyes  —  Barbauld. 
Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  ev ery nerv e.  .Doddridge. 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays  Medley. 

Awake,  our  souls,  away  our  fears  Watts. 

Awake,  ye  saints,  and  Doddridge. 

Be  joyful  in  God  all  ye  lands  Montgomery. 

Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  Watts. 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne. . .  Watts — Wesley. 

Begin,  my  soul,  the  exalted  lay  Ogihie. 

Behold,  a  stranger's  at  the  door  Grigg. 

Behold  !  the  Bridegroom  cometh  

Midnight-Hy.  of  Eastern  Church— tr.  Moultrie. 

Behold  the  morning  sun  Watts. 

Behold,  the  shade  of  night  Pay  Palmer. 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace  , . . . .  Newton. 

Behold  Thy  waiting  servant,  Lord.  Watts. 

Behold,  what  wondrous  grace  Watts. 

Behold,  where  in  a  mortal  form  Enfield,  a. 

Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head  Heber. 

Bless  the  Lord,  O  my  soul  (Chant)  PsalmlOS. 

Blessed  be  the  Lord  God  of  Israel  (Chant)  

 St.  Luke  1 :  68-71. 

Blessed  is  the  man  that  Psalm  1. 

Blessed  Saviour,  Thee  Duffield. 

Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart  Kcble. 

Blest  be  the  dear  uniting  love.  C.  Wesley. 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  Fawcett. 

Blest  be  Thou,  O  God  of  Israel  

Blest  be  Thy  love,  dear  Lord  Austin. 

Blest  Comforter  Divine  Cleland's  Hys. 

Blest  day  of  God,  most  calm  Mason. 

Blest  feast  of  love  divine  

Blest  hour  when  mortal  man  Raffles. 

Blest  is  the  man,  forever  blest  Watts. 

Blood  is  the  price  of  heaven  Faber. 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet  C.  Wesley. 

Bound  upon  the  accursed  tree  Milman. 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  Thee  Conder. 

Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken  Heber. 

Breast  the  wave,  Christian,  when  it  is  strongest. 

Bright  Source  of  everlasting  love  Boden. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  


904  Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation  Montgomery. 

554  Calm  me  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm  Bonar. 


480 


INDEX    OF    FIRST  LINES. 


HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

1005   Child  of  sorrow,  child  of  care  Hastings. 

Children  of  the  Heavenly  King  Cennick. 

Chosen  not  for  good  in  me  McCheyne. 

Christ  by  heavenly  hosts  adored  Harbaugh. 

Christ  i3  our  corner-stone  

 Aagularefundamentum—tr.  Chandler. 

Christ,  of  all  my  hones  the  Ground. . .  Windham. 
Christ  our  Passover  is  sacrificed. .  .1  Cor.  5: 7  etc. 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  again. ,  

Easter  lit/,  of  the  Bohemian  Ch.—tr.  Winlcworth. 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day  C.  Wesley. 

Christ  the  Lord  is  rieen  to-day  

Christ  whose  glory  fills  the  sky  C.  Wesley. 

Christian  see  the  Orient  morning  

Christians  up,  the  day  E.  S.  Porter. 

Church  of  the  ever-living  God  Bonar. 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  feed  Thy  sheep.  .Mason. 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  Watts. 

Come,  Desire  of  nations   C.  Wesley. 

Come,  Desire  of  nations  

Come,  ever  blessed  Spirit,  come  

Come,  every  pious  heart  Stenneit. 

Come,  Gracious  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove.  ..Browne. 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls.  Watts. 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  all-quickening  C.  Wesley. 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  through  Caswall. 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  love  

 Vent  Sancte—tr.  Bay  Palmer. 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls. . .  Veni  Creator— tr. 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  Hart— a. 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  Watts. 

Come  in,  Thou  blessed  of  our  God.  .Montgomery. 

Come,  Kingdom  of  our  God  Johns. 

Come,  let  us  anew  C.  Wesley. 

Come,  let  us  anew  C.  Wesley. 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs  Watts. 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above . . .  C.  Wesley. 

Come,  Lord,  and  tarry  not  Bonar. 

Come,  my  Redeemer  Reed. 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  Newton. 

Come,  O  Creator,  Spirit  blest  Caswall. 

Come,  O  Thou  traveller  unknown  C.  Wesley. 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad  Watts. 

Come,  Thou  almighty  King  Madan. 

Come,  Thou  Desire  of  all  Thy  saints.  Anne  Steele. 
Come,  Thou  Fount  of  every  blessing. .  .Robinson. 

Come,  Thou  long  expected  Jesus  C.  Wesley. 

Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain..  .Montgomery. 
Come,  weary  souls  with  sin  distrcst.  Anne  Steele. 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  Moore. 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched  Hart. 

Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come  Afford. 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden  Hart. 

Compared  with  Christ  in  all  Toplady. 

Creator  Spirit,  by  whose  aid  Dryden. 

Crowns  of  glory  ever  bright  Kelly. 


353 
444 
935 
575 

434 
959 
177 

172 
170 
351 
734 
731 
707 
603 
622 
118 
741 
637 
100 
505 
234 
230 
225 
383 

691 
241 

240 
630 
700 
927 
923 
206 
633 
798 
317 
302 
223 
993 

29 

11 
500 
363 
795 
278 
2G3 
209 
271 
944 
272 
347 
235 
183 


908  Darkness  was  on  the  deep  . .  .Lucis  Creator — tr. 

814  Day  of  anger,  that  dread  day  Dies  Irae—tr.  Alford. 

802  Day  of  Judgment,  day  of  wonders  Newton. 

2.38   Day  Divine,  when  in  the  temple  Gill— a. 

530  Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul  Anne  Steele. 

628  Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should  stray.  .Hyde. 

389  Dear  Saviour,  we  are  Thine  Doddridge. 

218  Dearest  of  all  the  names  Watts. 


HYMN. 

780  Death  may  dissolve  my  body  now. 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  

Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner  

Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  


143 
265 
297 
824 


613 
381 
545 
897 
578 

580 
830 
349 

793 
761 
916 
843 
920 
227 
815 

751 
875 
838 
1003 
934 
560 
479 
500 
872 

83 
626 

73 
550 
551 
419 

763 
722 
421 
684 


632 
772 
469 
862 
431 
608 
574 
503 
276 
397 
486 

423 
696 
687 
430 

736 
830 


AUTHOR. 

....  Watts. 
....  Watts. 
.  Hastings. 
C.  Wesley. 

Descend  from  heaven,  Immortal  Dove  Watts. 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  Beddome. 

Dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord  Hart. 

Do  not  I  love  Thee,  O  my  Lord  Doddridge. 

Does  the  Gospel  word  Newton. 

Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song  Watts. 

Dust  and  ashes,  sin  and  guilt  Montgomery. 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay  Watts. 

Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long  Watts. 

Earth  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair  

 Angelus  Silesius — tr.  Frances  E.  Cox. 

Earthly  joys  no  longer  please  us  

Earth's  but  a  sorry  tent  Grossman,  1664. 

Eternal  Father,  strong  to  save  

Eternal  life,  how  will  it  reign  Gibbons. 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy  Doddridge. 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess  Watts. 

Eternity,  eternity. . .  Wulfer—tr.  Frances  E.  Cox. 

Fade,  fade  each  earthly  joy  Bonar. 

Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shining  

Fair  vision,  how  thy  distant  gleam  Bonar. 

Fairest  Lord  Jesus  German,  12th  century,  tr. 

Faith  of  our  Fathers,  living  still  Faber. 

Far  as  Thy  name  Watts. 

Far  from  my  heavenly  home  Lyte. 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  Walts. 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee  Cowper. 

Father,  how  wide  Thy  glory  shines  Watts. 

Father,  in  these  reveal  Thy  Son  C.  Wesley. 

Father  of  Love,  our  Guide  .Irons. 

Father,  to  Thee  my  soul  C.  Wesley. 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss  Anne  Steele. 

Fear  not,  O  little  flock,  the  foe  

 Gustavus  Adolphus,  1631— tr.  Winlcworth. 

Few  are  thy  days  and  full  of  woe  Logan. 

Fling  out  the  banner,  let  it  float  Doane. 

Floods  swell  around  me  angry,  appalling  

For  all  Thy  Saints,  O  Lord  Mant. 

For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country  

 Bernard  of  Cluny  A.  D.  1145— tr.  Neale. 

Forbid  them  not,  the  Saviour  Hastings. 

Forever  with  the  Lord  Montgomery. 

Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky  Heber. 

Forth  in  Thy  name,  O  Lord  C.  Wesley. 

Fountain  of  grace,  rich,  full  and  free  

Frequent  the  day  of  God  Browne. 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies  Watts. 

From  every  stormy  wind  Stowell. 

From  the  cross  uplifted  Harvey. 

From  the  first  dawning  light  Watts. 

Full  of  trembling  expectation  C.  Wesley. 

Gently,  Lord,  oh,  gently  Hastings. 

Gird  on  Thy  conquering  sword  Doddridge. 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  Watts. 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears  

 Paxil  Gerhardt.  tr.  J.  Wesley. 

Give  us  room  that  we  may  dwell  

Giver  and  Guardian  of  our  sleep  C.  Wesley 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


481 


HYMN.  ATTTIIOK. 

562  Glad  was  my  heart  Montgomery. 

557  Glorious  things  of  theo  are  spoken  Newton. 

948  Glory  be  to  God  on  high.  ( Chant).  Gloria 

in  Excelsis.   Angelic  Hymn— St.  Luke  2:  14. 

38  Glory  he  to  God  on  high  C.  Wesley. 

Glory  he  to  God  the  Father  Bonar. 

Glory  to  God  on  high  Hills  Coll. 

Glory  to  God  whose  witness. Moravian  Hy.  Book. 

Glory  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night  Ken— a. 

Go  labor  on,  spend  and  be  spent  Bonar. 

Go  labor  on  while  it  is  day  Bonar. 

Go  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the  Lord  Watts. 

God  be  merciful  unto  us,  (Chant)  Psalm  67. 

God  bless  our  native  land  J.  S.  Dwight. 

God  calling  yet,  shall  I  not  hear  

 Tersteegen—tr.  Jane  Borthwick. 

God  eternal,  mighty  King  „. 

 Te  Deum—tr.  Willard—a. 

God  in  the  gospel  of  His  Son  Beddome. 

God  is  gone  up  on  high  C.  Wesley. 

God  is  the  refuge  of  His  saints  Watts. 

God  is  our  refuge  and  strength  (Chant)  .Psalm  46. 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way  Cowper. 

God  my  Supporter  and  my  Hope  Watts. 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace  Lyte. 

God  of  my  life,  through  all  my  days.. Doddridge. 

God  of  our  salvation,  hear  us  

God  of  that  glorious  gift  of  grace  Monsell. 

God  of  the  morning  at  whose  voice  Watts. 

God  of  the  sunlight  hours,  Leifchilds  Coll. 

God  that  madest  earth  Heber,  Whately. 

God  the  all-terrible,  Thou  who  ordainest  

God  the  Father,  from  Thy  Hy.  Anc.  &  Mod. 

Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound  Doddridge. 

Gracious  Spirit,  Dove  divine  Stocker. 

Great  Father  of  each  perfect  gift  Doddridge. 

Great  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings  Watts. 

Great  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou  Watts. 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  Watts. 

Great  God,  the  heavens'  well-ordered  frame  Watts. 

Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth  Gibbons. 

Great  God,  to  Thee  my  evening  song.  Anne  Steele. 
Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand.Doddridge. 
Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear.  .Pdngwalden. 

Great  God,  whose  universal  sway  

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God  Watts. 

Great  One  in  Three,  Great  Three  in  One  .' 

Guide  me,  O  Thou  (6  lines)  Wm.  Williams'. 

Guide  me,  O  Thou  (4 


7 
12 
683 
879 
524 
527 
690 
971 
931 
273 

58 

250 
211 

89 
968 

71 
438 
577 

43 
615 
627 
854 
609 
895 
932 


248 
571 
93 
82 
21 
729 
881 
919 
816 
715 
561 
13 
422 
1001 


187 
915 
215 
173 
724 
873 


Hail,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus  Wingrove. 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise.  C.  Wesley. 

Hail,  Thou  God  of  grace  and  glory  Aveling. 

Hail,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus  Bakewell. 

Hail  to  Thee,  our  risen  King    s.  A. 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed  Montgomery. 

Hail,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day  L.  Bacon. 

22  Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord   .Hatfield. 

201   Hallelujah,  praise  to  God  Wm.  Ball,  a. 

792  Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ended  C.  Wesley. 

492  Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined  C. 

790  Hark !  a  voice  divides  the  sky  C. 

797  Hark !  an  awful  voice  is  sounding  

...En  clara  vox.  4th  or  5th  cent.—tr.  Caswall 
109  Hark !  hark  the  notes  of  joy  Meed's  Coll 


HYMN.  AUTHOB. 

495  Hark,  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord  Cowper. 

198  Hark!  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices  Kelly. 

820  Hark !  that  shout  of  rapturous  joy  Kelly. 

103  Hark  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  Doddridge. 

117  Hark  the  herald  angels  sing  C.  Wesley. 

740  Hark  the  song  of  Jubilee  Montgomery. 

794  Hark  the  sound  of  holy  voices .  .People's  Hymnal. 

160  Hark  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy  Francis. 

108  Hark!  what  celestial  sounds  Salisbury  Coll. 

112  Hark !  what  mean  those  holy  voices  Cawood. 

268  Haste,  traveller  haste,  the  night  comes . . .  Collyer. 

737  Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time  Lyte. 

969  Have  mercy  upon  me,  O  God  (Chant).  .Psalm  51. 

957  He  is  despised  and  rejected  of  men  (Chant)  

 Isaiah  53  :  3,  etc. 

192  He  lives,  the  great  Kedeemer  lives . .  Anne  Steele. 
55  He  reigns,  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns. .  Watts. 
974  He  that  dwelleth  in  the  secret  place  (Chant)  

 Psalm  91. 

739  He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping. 

958  He  will  swallow  up  death  in  victory  (Chant). 

 Isaiah  25  :  8,  etc. 

784  Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  Watts. 

286  Heart  of  stone,  relent,  relent  C.  Wesley. 

913  Heavenly  Father,  Lord  of  all  

433  Heavenly  Father,  to  whose  eye  Conder. 

417  Heirs  of  an  immortal  crown .  Hastings-  Wardwell. 

431  Heirs  of  unending  life  , 

37  Heralds  of  creation  cry  Montgomery. 

392  Here  at  Thy  cross,  my  dying  God  Watts. 

404  Here  I  can  firmly  rest  

 Paul  Gerhardt—tr.  Winkworth—a. 

846  High  in  yonder  realms  of  light  Raffles. 

44  Holy  and  reverend  is  the  JSfeedham. 

234  Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness  

  Gerhardt—Jacobi—tr.  Toplady. 

239  Holy  Ghost  the  Infinite  

301  Holy  Ghost  with  light  divine  Reed. 

953  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord  God  of  Sabaoth  ( Chant) . . 

 Trisagion— Seraphic  Hy.  Eastern  Ch. . 

1   Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord  God  Almighty  Heber. 

6  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord,  God  of. . .  C.  Wordsworth. 
39  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord,  Be  Thy.  .B.  Williams— a. 

219  Hosanna  raise  the  pealing  hymn  Havergal., 

599  Hosanna  to  the  Living  Lord  Heber. 

972  How  amiable  are  Thy  tabernacles  ( Chant)  Ps.  84. 
72  How  are  Thy  servants  blessed,  O  Lord.  Addison. 

698  How  beauteous  are  their  feet.  Watts. 

137  How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine  

 A.  C.  Coxe. 

681   How  blest  the  sacred  tie  Barbauld. 

778  How  blest  the  righteous  when  Barbauld. 

831   How  bright  these  glorious  Watts—  Cameron. 

179  How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn  Hastings. 

497  How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop  Watts. 

563  How  charming  is  the  place  Stennett. 

565  How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear  Watts. 

459  How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  Kirkham. 

532  How  gentle  God' s  commands  

883  How  great  Thy  mercies,  Lord,  to  me. 

839  How  happy  are  the  souls  Toplady 's  Coll. 

472   How  happy  every  child  of  grace  C.  Wesley. 

282  How  heavy  is  the  night  Watts. 

605  How  lovely  are  Thy  dwellings  fair  Milton. 

489  How  oft,  alas !  this  wretched  heart.  .Anne  Steele. 


482 


INDEX    OF    FIRST  LINES. 


HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

567  How  pleased  and  blest  was  I  Watts. 

569  How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair  Watts. 

922  How  pleasing  is  Thy  voice  T.  Dwight. 

253  How  precious  is  the  book  divine.  Fawcett. 

307  How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  Watts. 

647  How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place  Watts. 

677  How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight  Swain. 

221  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds. .  .Newton. 

.620  How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile  Kelly. 

135  How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel. .  Sir  J.  Bowring. 

'770  How  swift  the  torrent  rolls  Doddridge. 

:533  How  tender  is  Thy  hand  Hastings. 

.314  Humbly  now,  with  deep  contrition  

746  1  am  weary  of  straying,  oh  fain. .  Charlotte  York. 

!  962  I  believe  in  God  {Chant)  Apostles  Creed. 

;  296  I  hear  Thy  word  with  love  Watts. 

.  383  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  Bonar. 

450  I  know  no  life  divided  People's  Hymnal. 

190  I  know  that  my  Eedeemer  lives  (L.  31.).. Medley. 

217  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  ( C.  M.) .  C.  Wesley. 

331  I  Jay  jury  sins  on  Jesus  Bonar. 

256  Hove  the  volume  of  Thy  word  Watts. 

356  I  love  Thee,  O  my  God,  but  Xavier—tr. 

559  I  love  Thy  kingdom,  Lord  T.  Dwight. 

871  I  love  to  steal  awhile  away  Brown. 

209  I  saw  on  a  throne  uplifted  in  light  

155  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree  Newton. 

182  I  say  to  all  men  far  Novalis—tr.  Winkworth. 

452  I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away  Watts. 

65  I  sing  the  almighty  power  of  God. ...  —  Watts. 

460  I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did  Cowper. 

400  I  want  a  heart  to  pray  C.  Wesley. 

361  I  was  a  foe  to  God  ,  

360  I  was  a  wandering  sheep  Bonar. 

984  I  was  glad  when  they  said  unto  ( Chant)  ...Ps.  122. 

983  I  will  lift  up  mine  eyes  unto  the  ( Chant) . .  Ps.  121. 

384  I  will  praise  Thee  every  day  Cowper. 

745  I  would  not  live  alway  Muhlenberg,  cento. 

884  I  would  not  wake,  nor  rise  again  Ken. 

645  If  human  kindness  meets  return  Noel. 

20  I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath  Watts. 

752  I'm  but  a  stranger  here  T.  E.  Taylor. 

379  I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord  Watts. 

415  In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways  Ryland. 

95   In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  Thee  Watts. 

358  In  Christ  I've  all  my  soul's  desire  . .  DobelVs  Coll. 

406  In  heavenly  love  abiding  Mrs.  Waring. 

943   In  prayer  together  let  us  fall  

857  In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid  HawJcesworlh. 

129   In  stature  grows  the  heavenly  child  

 Divine  crescebas  puer — tr.  Chandler. 

334  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory.  ...Sir  J.  Bowring. 

540  In  the  dark  and  cloudy  day  

648  In  the  Name  of  God  the  Father  Hewett. 

536  In  Thee,  O  Lord,  I  trust  

817  In  us  the  hope  of  glory  Eddis. 

587  In  Zion's  sacred  gates  Dwight. 

899  Inspirer  and  Hearer  of  prayer  Toplady. 

552  Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  Watts. 

284  Is  this  the  kind  return  Watts. 

107   It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear  Sears. 

975  It  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks . .  ( Chant)  Ps.  92. 

774   It  is  not  death  to  die  Malan—tr.  Bethune. 

337  I've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price  


8! 
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849 
850 

371 
650 
865 

1G1 
178 

229 
315 
299 
543 
295 
391 
359 


333 
468 
671 
125 
914 
212 


1000 
372 
885 
443 
515 
373 
436 
399 
660 
523 
298 
716 
665 
427 

290 


352 
308 


357 


393 
672 
756 
428 
335 
341 
104 
50 


Jehovah  reigns,  He  dwells  in  light  Watts. 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home  

Jerusalem  on  high   Crossman. 

Jerusalem,  the  golden  

 Bernard  of  Cluny—tr.  Neale. 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be  Grigg. 

Jesus,  at  whose  supreme  command  C.  Wesley. 

Jesus,  be  near  us  when  we  wake  

 ^Eterna  colli— tr.  Caswall. 

Jesus  came,  the  heavens  adoring  

Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day  

 Surrexit  Christus — tr. 

Jesus  enthroned  and  glorified  

Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion  Turner. 

Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  love  

Jesus,  give  Thy  servants  Dix. 

Jesus,  I  come  to  Thee  Beman. 

Jesus,  I  live  to  Thee  Harbaugh. 

Jesus,  I  love  Thee  evermore  

 O  Deus  ego  amo—tr.  E.  C.  Benedict. 

Jesus,  I  love  Thy  charming  name  Doddridge. 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken  Lyte. 

Jesus,  if  still  the  same  Thou  art  C.  Wesley. 

Jesus  invites  his  saints  Watts. 

Jesus  is  God,  the  glorious  bands  Faber. 

Jesus,  lead  us  with  Thy  power. . .  Wm.  Williams. 

Jesus  lives,  and  so  shall  I  

 Jesus  lebt.  Gellert—tr. 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul  (Martyn)  C.  Wesley. 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul  (Myers)  C.  Wesley. 

Jesus,  my  All,  to  Heaven  is  gone  Cennick. 

Jesus,  my  heart  within  me  burns. .  .Ray  Palmer. 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  attend  C.  Wesley. 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  how  rich  Thy  grace . .  Doddridge. 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  All  Faber. 

Jesus,  my  Love,  my  chief  Delight  Beddome. 

Jesus,  my  Strength,  my  Hope  C.  Wesley. 

Jesus,  once  for  sinners  slain  Hart. 

Jesus,  our  best  beloved  Friend  Montgomery. 

Jesus,  save  my  dying  soul  Hastings. 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun  Watts. 

Jesus  spreads  His  banner  o'er  us  

Jesus,  still  lead  on  ,  

 Jesu  geh  voran.  Zinzendorf—tr. 

Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  Thee. . .  C.  Wesley. 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee  

 Bernard  of  Clairvaux—tr.  Caswall. 

Jesus,  these  eyes  have  never  Ray  Palmer. 

Jesus,  Thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend  

 Parkinson  Selection. 

Jesus,  Thou  joy  of  loving  hearts  

 Bernard  of  Clairvaux—tr.  Caswall. 

Jesus,  Thou  knowest  my  sinfulness. . .  C.  Wesley. 

Jesus,  Thy  blood  and  righteousness  (Chant)  

 Zinzendorf—tr.  J.  Wesley,  a. 

Jesus,  Thy  boundless  love  to  me  (L.  M.  &.).  : . . . 
 Paul  Gerhardt—tr. 

Jesus,  Thy  boundless  (L.  M.)..Paul  Gerhardt—tr. 

Jesus,  we  thus  obey   

Jesus,  when  I  fainting  lie  Alford. 

Jesus,  who  can  be  Frelinghausen—tr. 

Jesus,  who  on  Calvary's  mountain  

Join  all  the  glorious  names  Watts. 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come  Watts. 

Just  arc  Thy  ways,  and  true  Thy  word  . . .  Watts. 


INDEX    OF    FIRST  LINES. 


483 


HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

322  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea. .  Charlotte  Elliott. 

323  Just  as  Thou  art,  without  one  trace  Cook. 

502  Keep  me  from  fainting  in  my  prayers  

94  Keep  silence,  all  created  things  Watts. 

616  Keep  us,  Lord,  oh,  keep  us  ever  

621  Kindred  in  Chiist,  for  His  dear  sake  Netvton. 

385  King  of  kings,  and  wilt  Thou          .  Muhlenberg. 

518  Laborers  of  Christ,  arise  Sigourney. 

656  Lamh  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love  C.  Wesley. 

424  Lead  kindly  light  amid  the  encircling.. . Newman. 

633  Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds  Watts. 

90  Let  Jacob  to  his  Maker  sing  Doddridge. 

398  Let  sinners  take  their  course  Watts. 

232  Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky  Cotterill. 

45  Let  them  neglect  Thy  glory,  Lord  Watts. 

74  Let  us  with  a  gladsome  mind  Milton — a. 

344  Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue  Newton. 

708  Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake  Doddridge. 

584  Light  of  life,  seraphic  fire  C.  Wesley. 

585  Light  of  light,  enlighten  me  

 '  Schmolk — tr.  Winkworth. 

911  Light  of  the  Immortal  Father's  glory.  <I>w?  ikapdv. 

Evening  Hymn  of  Eastern  Ch.—tr.  Bethune. 

728  Light  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart.  Sir  E.  Denny. 

796  Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling.  C.  Wesley. 

933  Like  Israel's  host  to  exile  driven  Ware. 

153  Like  sheep  we  went  astray  Watts. 

663  Lo  !  before  our  longing  eyes  

 Ecce  pants  Angelorum—tr.  Caswall,  a. 

48  Lo  !  God  is  here,  let  us  adore  J.  Wesley— a. 

801  Lo  1  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending  

 C.  Wesley — Cennick — Madan. 

804  Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land  C.  Wesley — a. 

905  Lo !  the  day  of  rest  declineth  Bobbins. 

791  Lo  1  the  prisoner  is  released  C.  Wesley. 

821  Lo  !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears  Watts. 

494  Long  hath  the  night  of  sorrow  reigned  

610  Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound  Watts. 

200  Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious  Kelly. 

674  Lord,  at  this  closing  hour  Fitch. 

649  Lord,  at  Thy  table  I  behold  Stennett. 

614  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing  . .  Shirley— a. 

432  Lord,  forever  at  Thy  side  Montgomery. 

856  Lord  God  of  morning  and  of  night  Palgrave. 

243  Lord  God  the  Holy  Ghost  Montgomery. 

642  Lord,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine  Davies. 

292  Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  sin  Watts. 

338  Lord,  I  know  Thy  grace  is  nigh  mc.  II.  D.  Game. 

582  Lord,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear  Watts. 

123  Lord,  in  Thy  temple  we  appear   Watts. 

753  Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care  Baxter— a. 

952  Lord,  now  lettest  Thou  Thy  servant  {Chant)  

 Song  of  Simeon.   St.  Luke  2 :  29—32. 

658  Lord  Jesus,  by  Thy  Passion  

152  Lord  Jesus,  when  we  stand  afar  How. 

517  Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went . . .  Croswell. 

765  Lord,  let  me  know  mine  end  Montgomery. 

861  Lord  of  my  life,  oh,  may  Thy  praise  

547  Lord  of  my  life,  whose  tender  care  

 Sir  B.  Palmer's  Book  of  Praise. 

611  Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  our  vows . .  Doddridge. 

586  Lord  of  the  worlds  above  Watts. 

730  Lord,  send  Thy  word  and  let  it  fly  Gibbons. 


nTMN.  AUTHOR. 

510  Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright.  .Montgomery. 

544   Lord,  Thou  art  my  Rock  of  strength  Francke. 

973  Lord,  Thou  hast  been  our  dwelling-place  (Chant) 

 Psalm  80. 

705  Lord,  Thou  hast  taught  our  hearts . .  Ray  Palmer. 

896  Lord,  Thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  Watts. 

591  Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now  Hammond. 

592  Lord,  we  come  to-day  to  Thee  D.P. 

940  Lord,  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne. .  Carlyle. 

368  Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  Thee . . .  Key. 

16  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  Watts. 

237  Love  divine,  all  love  excelling  C.  Wesley. 

345  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned  Stennett. 

980  Make  a  joyful  noise  unto  the  Lord  ( Chant)  Ps.  100. 

662  Many  centuries  have  fled  Conder. 

143  Many  woes  had  Christ  endured  Hart. 

5  Meet,  and  right  it  is  to  sing  C.  Wesley. 

732  Men  of  God,  go  take  your  stations  Kelly. 

311  Mercy  alone  can  meet  my  case  Montgomery. 

127  Messiah,  at  Thy  glad  approach  Logan. 

1007  Mid  evening  shadows  let  us  all  Bay  Palmer. 

401   Mine  eyes  and  my  desire  Watts. 

169  Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb  Collyer. 

105  Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join  Medley. 

382  Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone  Allen. 

930  My  country  'tis  of  thee  S.  F.  Smith. 

747  My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by  

138  My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  Watts. 

165  My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God  C.  Wesley. 

387  My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee  Bay  Palmer. 

864  My  God,  accept  my  early  vows  Watts. 

668  My  God,  and  is  Thy  table  spread  Doddridge. 

855  My  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love  Watts. 

84  My  God,  how  wonderful  Thou  art  Faber. 

439  My  God,  my  everlasting  hope  Watts. 

42  My  God,  my  King,  Thy  various  praise  Watts. 

504  My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be  Watts. 

442  My  God,  permit  my  tongue  V/atts. 

465  My  God,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joys  Watts. 

35   My  God,  Thy  boundless  love  I  praise  

522  My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  Thy  right  ..Doddridge. 

900  My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love  ...Francis. 

760  My  life's  a  shade,  my  days  Crossman. 

327  My  precious  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  name  

85  My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend  Watts. 

471  My  soul,  amid  this  stormy  world. B.  C.  Chapman. 

408  My  soul  be  on  Thy  guard  Heath. 

950  My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord  ( Chant)  

 Song  of  the  Virgin.   St.  Luke  1 :  4G— 55. 

354  My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord  

27  My  soul,  repeat  His  praise  Watts. 

409  My  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life  

441   My  spirit,  on  Thy  care  Lyte. 

88  My  trust  is  in  the  Lord  Lyte. 

149  Near  the  cross  was  Mary  weeping  

 Stabat  Mater— Jacobus  de  Benedictus—tr. 

463  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee  Sarah  F.  Adams. 

858  New  every  morning  is  the  love  Keble. 

921  No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock  

....  Tate  &  Brady.  B.  D.  C.  Hy.  Bk.—Ed.  1767. 

325  No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more  Watts. 

776  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying  

 Malan—tr.  Knapp—tr.  Dunii. 


484 


INDEX    OF    FIRST  LINES. 


ETMK.  AUTHOR. 

464  No,  not  despairingly  Temple  Ch.  Chorals. 

840  Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard  Watts. 

153  Not  all  the  hlood  of  beasts  Watts. 

478  Not  with  our  mortal  eyes  Watts. 

1004  Nothing  but  leaves,  the  Spirit  grieves  

480  Now  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein  

 Eothe—tr.  J.Wesley. 

135  Now  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing  Watts. 

727   Now  be  the  gospel  banner  

862  Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme  Langforcl. 

912  Now  from  labor  and  from  care  Hastings. 

898  Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts  Mason, 

326  Now  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart  Anne  Steele. 

251  Now  let  my  soul,  eternal  King  Heginbotham. 

842  Now  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime —  Gibbons. 

702  Now  living  waters  flow  

40  Now  may  He  who  from  the  dead  Neivton. 

942  Now  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace  —  Watts. 

79  Now  thank  we  all  our  God  

 Binckart — tr.  C.  Winkivorth. 

588  Now  to  Thy  sacred  house  Dwight. 

901  Now  with  the  declining  sun  

 Labentejam  solis — tr. 

981   O  be  joyful  in  the  Lord  ( Chant)  Psalm  100. 

C57   O  Bread,  to  Pilgrims  given  

 O  Esca  Viatorum—tr.  Bay  Palmer. 

193   O  Christ,  Thou  glorious  King  we  own  

TeDeumLaudamus-B.  D.  C.  By.  Bk.  Ed.  1789. 

718   O  city  of  the  Lord  begin  Logan. 

960  O  clap  your  hands,  all  ye  people— {Chant)  

 Psalm  24  and  47. 

976  O  come,  let  us  sing— ( Chant)  Psalm  95. 

593  O  day  of  rest  and  gladness  C.  Wordsworth. 

624  O  God  of  Abraham,  hear  Hastings. 

634  O  God  of  Bethel  Doddndge— Logan. 

699   O  God  of  sovereign  grace  

867  O  God,  that  madest  earth  and  sky  

597  O  God,  Thou  art  my  God  alone  Montgomery. 

46   O  God,  we  praise  Thee  and  confess  Patrick. 

643  O  happy  day,  that  stays  my  choice. .  .Doddridge. 

222  O  help  us,  Lord,  each  hour  of  need  Milman. 

233  O  Holy  Spirit,  Fount  of  love  

 Ofons  amoris—tr.  J.  E.  L. 

490  O  Jesus,  full  of  pardoning  grace ...C.  Wesley— a. 
342   O  Jesus,  King  most  wonderful  

Jesus  Bex — Bernard  of  Clairvaux—tr.  Caswall. 

863  O  Jesus,  Lord  of  light  and  grace  

....Splendor  Paternae— Ambrose— tr.  Chandler. 

312  O  Jesus,  Saviour  of  the  lost  Bickersteth. 

353  O  Jesus,  Thou  the  beauty  art  

Jesu  decus— Bernard  of  Clairvaux—tr.  Caswall. 

185   O  Jesus,  when  I  think  of  Thee  Bethune. 

876   O  Lord,  another  clay  is  flown . .  .Hy.  Kirke  White. 

102  O  Lord,  how  good,  how  great  art  Thou  Lyte. 

682  O  Lord,  how  joyful  'tis  to  see  Chandler. 

956   O  Lord,  I  will  praise  ( Chant) . .  ..Lsaiah  12  : 1,  etc. 

448   O  Lord,  impart  Thyself  to  me  C.  Wesley. 

529   O  Lord,  my  best  desire  fulfil  Cowper. 

25   O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King  Watts. 

966   O  Lord,  our  Lord  ( Chant)  Psalm  8. 

244  O  Lord,  Thy  work  revive  Browne. 

809  O  Lord,  turn  not  Thy  face  from  me  

 Jno.  Mardley,  1562, 

456  O  Lord,  when  faith  Beddome— Gibbons. 


HYMN.  AUTHOR, 

365  O  Love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art  C.  Wesley. 

184  O  Love,  which  lightens  all  distress  Monsell. 

402   O  Love,  who  gav'st  Thy  life  for  me  

335  O  Mother  dear,  Jerusalem  Quarles. 

851   O  Paradise,  O  Paradise  Faber. 

56   O  render  thanks  to  God  above  Tate  &  Brady. 

148  O  Sacred  Head,  now  wounded  

..Bernard  of  Clairvaux—tr.  Paul  Gerhardt — tr. 

 J.W.  Alexander. 

695  O  Saviour,  is  Thy  promise  fled  Heber. 

120   O  Saviour  of  our  race  

 Laurentius  Laurenti — tr.  Winkworth. 

191  O  Saviour,  who  for  man. .  .Hymns  Anc.  and  Mod. 
977   O  sing  unto  the  Lord  a  new  song.    Sing  unto  — 

{Chant)  Psalm  96. 

979  O  sing  unto  the  Lord  a  new  song.  For  he  hath— 

{Chant)  :  Psalm  98. 

694  O  Spirit  of  the  living  God   Montgomery. 

304   O  Thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry  Watts. 

576   O  Thou  that  hear'st  prayer  

224   O  Thou,  the  contrite  sinner's  Friend  

 Charlotte  Elliott. 

124  O  Thou  who  by  a  star  didst  guide  Male. 

789   O  Thou  whose  filmed  and  failing  eye  -  

320  O  Thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears . .  Anne  Steele. 
139  O  wondrous  type  I  O  vision  fair  

 Hymns  Anc.  &  Mod. 

23  O  worship  the  King  all-glorious. . .  Sir  B.  Grant. 

556   O  Zion,  tune  thy  voice  Doddridge. 

26  Oh  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul  Montgomery. 

Ill   Oh  come,  all  ye  faithful,  triumphantly  sing  

 Adeste  Fideles—tr.  Castvall. 

147  Oh  come  and  mourn  with  me  awhile . .  .Eaber— a. 

281   Oh  cease,  my  wandering  soul  Muhlenberg. 

572  Oh  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing.  Tate  &  Brady. 

467  Oh,  could  I  find  from  day  Hartford  Selection. 

364  Oh,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth  ..Medley. 

481   Oh,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  Cowper. 

466  Oh,  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  Gocl  C.  Wesley. 

493  Oh,  for  a  principle  within  C.  Wesley. 

194  Oh,  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy  Watts. 

339   Oh,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing  C.  Wesley. 

755  Oh,  for  an  overcoming  faith  Watts. 

769   Oh,  for  the  death  of  those  

245   Oh,  for  the  happy  hour  Bethune. 

834   Oh,  for  the  pearly  gates  of  heaven  

619   Oh,  from  earthly  cares  set  free  

32  Oh,  great  is  Jehovah  Montgomery. 

447   Oh,  happy  soul  that  lives  on  high  Watts. 

319   Oh,  help  us  when  our  spirits  bleed  Milman. 

255   Oh,  how  I  love  Thy  holy  law  Watts. 

542   Oh,  let  him  whose  sorrow  

 Heinrich  Oswald— tr.  Frances  E.  Cox. 

485  Oh,  my  soul,  what  means  this  sadness.  .Fawcett. 
636  Oh,  sweetly  breathe  the  lyres  above  .Bay  Palmer. 

2S9   Oh,  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  C.  Wesley. 

498  Oh,  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways. .  Watts. 

714   Oh,  that  the  Lord's  salvation  Lyte. 

254  Oh,  that  Thy  statutes  every  hour  Watts. 

685  Oh,  what  if  we  are  Christ's .  Bev.  Sir  H.  W.  Baker. 

525  Oh,  what  stupendous  mercy  shines  Bippon. 

720  Oh  where  are  kings  and  empires  now. -4.  C.  Coxe. 

132  Oh,  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea  

280  Oh,  where  shall  rest  be  found  Montgomery. 

800   O'er  the  distant  mountains  breaking  —  Monsell. 


INDEX    OF    FIRST  LINES. 


485 


HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

733  O'er  the  gloomy  hills  W.  Williams— Cento. 

710   O'er  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness  Cotterill. 

157  Overwhelmed  in  depths  of  woe  

 Saevo  Dolorum — tr.  Caswall. 

709   On  the  mountain's  top  appearing  Kelly. 

941   On  Thee,  our  Guardian  God,  we  call  

833  On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand  Stennett. 

445  Once  I  thought  my  mountain  strong  Newton. 

859   Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day  Watts. 

938  Once  more  the  solemn  season  calls  

 Hymns  Anc.  and  Mod. 

555  One  sole  baptismal  sign  Geo.  Robinson— a. 

749  One  sweetly  solemn  thought  Pliebe  Cary. 

199   One  there  is  above  all  others  Newton. 

484  Open,  Lord,  my  inward  ear  C.  Wesley. 

641  Oppressed  with  noonday's  scorching  he&t. Bonar. 

623   Our  children  Thou  dost  claim  

316   Our  Father  God,  how  sweet  the  Doddridge. 

24  Our  Father  in  heaven  Sarah  J.  Hale. 

514  Our  Father,  throned  in  heaven  divine. . .  Godwin. 

963  Our  Father,  who  art  {Chant)  Lord's  Prayer. 

2  Our  Father,  who  dost  lead  

924  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past  Watts. 

390   Our  Heavenly  Father  calls  Doddridge. 

189  Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead  C.  Wesley. 

168  Our  sins,  our  sorrows,  Lord,  were  laid — Eddis. 

678   Our  souls  by  love  together  knit  Miller. 

929  Our  year  of  grace  is  wearing  to  its  close.  At  ford. 

985  Out  of  the  depths  have  I  cried  {Chant). Psalm  130. 

534  Out  of  the  depths  of  woe   Montgomery. 

617  Part  in  peace,  Christ's  life  Sarah  F.  Adams. 

892  Peace  be  to  this  habitation  C.  Wesley. 

635  People  of  the  living  God  Montgomery. 

261   Pilgrim  burdened  with  thy  sin  Crabbe. 

287   Pity,  Lord,  the  child  of  clay  

640  Planted  in  Christ,  the  living  Vine. .  .S.  F.  Smith. 

101   Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair  Watts. 

692  Pour  out  Thy  Spirit  from  on  high. .  Montgomery. 

947  Praise,  O  praise  our  God  and  King  

  Rev.  Sir  Henry  W.  Baker. 

946   Praise  on  Thee  in  Zion's  gates  Conder. 

57  Praise  to  God,  immortal  Anna  L.  Barbauld. 

59  Praise  the  Lord,  his  glories  show  Lyte. 

19  Praise  the  Lord  of  heaven  J.  B.  Browne. 

8  Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavens  adore  Him  Mailt. 

697   Praise  to  the  Lord  on  high  

970  Praise  waiteth  for  Thee,  O  God  ( Chant). Psalm  05. 

564  Praise  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  Thee  Watts. 

712   Praise  ye  Jehovah's  name  Goode. 

987  Praise  ye  the  Lord,  praise  ye  (Chant) . Psalm  148. 

988  Praise  ye  the  Lord,  praise  God  ( Chant). Psalm  150. 
509  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire.  .Montgomery. 

651   Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  view  Thy  cross  

300   Prince  of  Peace,  control  my  will  

310  Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  Thy  feet  

579  Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart  Newton. 


IITMN.  AUTHOR. 

166  Resting  from  his  work  to-day  Whytehead. 

266  Return,  O  wanderer,  return  Collyer. 

110  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  Milman. 

197  Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise  Milman. 

473  Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings  . .  Ssagrave. 

328  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me  Toplady—a. 

4  Round  the  Lord,  in  glory  seated  Mant. 

583  Safely  through  another  week  Newton. 

418  Saints  for  whom  the  Saviour  bled  

214  Saints  in  glory  !  we  together  Mahmied. 

455  Salvation  is  forever  nigh  Watts. 

207  Salvation,  oh  the  joyful  sound  Watts. 

891  Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing. Edmeston. 

153  Saviour,  I  lift  my  trembling  eyes  M.  G.  T. 

329  Saviour  of  our  ruined  race  Hastings. 

1002  Saviour,  through  the  desert  lead  us  

 Kelly— F.  R. 

520  Saviour,  what  gracious  words  

541  Saviour,  when  in  dust  to  Thee  Sir  R.  Grant. 

.893  Saviour,  who  Thy  flock  art  feeding.. Muhlenberg. 

275  Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within  Hyde. 

558  See,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain  Kelly. 

939  See,  gracious  God,  before  Thy  throne  Steele. 

629  See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand..  .Doddridge. 

819  See  the  ransomed  millions  stand  Conder. 

595  See  what  a  Living  Stone  Watts. 

725  Send,  send  the  gospel  message  Ferris. 

766  Servant  of  God,  well  done  Montgomery. 

294  Shall  we  go  on  to  sin  Waits. 

936  Shine  on  our  land,  Jehovah,  shine   Watts. 

291  Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive  Watts. 

996  Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly.  ..Muhlenberg. 

213  Sing  of  Jesus,  sing  forever  Kelly. 

596  Sing  to  the  Lord,  our  might  Lyte. 

86  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands  Watts. 

260  Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy. .  .H.  U.  OnderdonJc. 

259  Sinners  turn,  why  will  ye  die  C.  Wesley. 

902  Softly  now  the  light  of  day.  Doane. 

407  Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise  C.  Wesley. 

449  Sometimes  a  light  surprises  Newton. 

330  Son  of  God,  to  Thee  I  cry  Mant. 

866  Son  of  the  carpenter,  receive  C.  Wesley. 

36  Songs  of  praise,  the  angels  sang  . .  .Montgomery. 

528  Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say  Watts. 

910  Soon  shall  a  darker  night  descend  

903  Source  of  light  and  life  divine  

 Lucis  Creator— tr.  Chandler— a. 

247  Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayer  Reed. 

818  Spirit,  leave  thy  house  of  clay. .  .Montgomery— a. 

240  Spirit  of  Faith,  come  down  C.  Wesley. 

228  Spirit  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love  Kyle. 

600  Spirit  of  truth,  on  this  thy  day  Heber. 

28  Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord  Montgomery. 

410  Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears  Watts. 

405  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus  Duffield. 

918  Star  of  peace,  to  wanderers  weary  

288  Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay  C.  Wesley. 

844  Still  one  in  life  and  one  in  death  . ,  Bonar. 

870  Still  with  Thee,  O  my  God  

882  Sun  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear  Ifeble. 

60  Sweet  is  the  memory  of  Thy  grace  Watts. 

612  Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve  Edmeston. 

570  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King  Watts. 

i  894  Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go  Faber. 


99  Raise  your  triumphant  songs  Watts. 

812  Rejoice,  all  ye  believers  

 Laurentius  Laurenti — tr.  Borthwick.  i 

210  Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King  C.  Wesley. 

773  Rest  for  the  toiling  hand  Bonar. 


486 


INDEX    OF    FIRST  LINES. 


HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

367  Sweet  the  moments,  rich  Allen— Shirley. 

945   Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song  

907  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour  

403  Teach  me,  my  God  Geo.  Herbert— J.  Wesley. 

764  Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days  Watts. 

937   Teach  us,  O  Lord,  aright  to  plead   .Newton. 

847   Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand  Alford. 

809   That  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day . .  Dies  Iroz— 

Thomas  of  Celano.— Cento— Sir  Walter  Scott. 
119  The  Advent  of  our  God  

 Instantis  Adventum  Dei—tr.  Chandler — a. 

121   The  Ancient  law  departs  Hymns  Anc.  &  Mod. 

437  The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high. . .  Cowper. 
993  The  Chariot,  the  Chariot,  its  wheels  roll  in  fire. . . 


 {Chant)  Milman. 

799   The  Church  has  waited  long  Bonar. 

888  The  day  is  past  and  gone  ,  Leland. 

887   The  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent  Male. 

195  The  eternal  gates  lift  up  their  heads  

606  The  festal  morn,  my  God,  is  come  

 Zuinger — tr.  Merrick. 

10  The  God  of  Abraham  praise  Oliver. 

703   The  harvest  dawn  is  near  Burgess. 

202  The  head  that  once  was  crowned  Kelly. 

249   The  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord  Watts. 


810  The  last  loud  trumpet's  wondrous  sound  

 Dies  Irce— Thomas  of  Celano — tr. 

669  The  Lord  Himself  doth  condescend  

 R.D.C.Hy.  Bk.—Ed.  1767. 

537   The  Lord  Himself  will  keep  Kelly. 

41   The  Lord  is  King,  lift  up  thy  voice  Conder. 

425  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want.. Montgomery. 

180  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  Kelly. 

967  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  (  Chant)  Psalm  23. 

67  The  Lord  Jehovah  lives  Hastings. 

30  The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, — Let  all  Watts. 

66  The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, — His  throne. . . .  Watts. 

77  The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare  Addison. 

53  The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is   Watts. 

62  The  Lord's  my  Shepherd,  I'll  not  want  

 Old  Scotch  version. 

602  The  Lord  of  Glory  is  my  light  Watts. 

63  The  Lord  our  God  is  full  of  might  ...H.K.  White. 
978   The  Lord  reigneth,  let  the  earth  {Chant) .  .Ps.  97. 

507  The  Lord  who  truly  knows  Newton— a. 

808  The  Lord  will  come,  the  earth  shall  Heber—a. 

186  The  morning  purples  all  the  sky  

  Aurora  cmlum  purpurat — tr. 

457   The  peace  which  God  alone  reveals  Newton. 

51   The  pity  of  the  Lord  Watts. 

376   The  Saviour  by  whose  name  I'm  called.  

625   The  Saviour  kindly  calls  

203   The  Saviour,  oh  what  endless  charms  Steele. 

416   The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war  Heber. 

54  The  spacious  firmament  on  high  Addison. 

279   The  Spirit  in  our  hearts  II.  U.  Onderdonk. 

176  The  strife  is  o'er,  the  battle  done  

 Hymns  Anc.  &  Mod. 

994  The  throne  of  nis  glory,  as  snow  it  is  white  

 ( Chant)  Muhlenberg. 

257   The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  escape. . .  Thornby. 

822  The  whole  creation  groans  and  waits  

813   The  world  is  very  evil  

Uora  Novlssima — Bernard  of  Cluny—tr.  Neale. 


HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

925  Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  Name  Watts. 

106  Then  shone  almighty  power  Anne  Steele. 

750  There  is  a  blessed  home.  .Rev.  Sir  H.  W.  Baker. 

841   There  is  a  fold  whence  none  can  stray  East. 

163  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood..  Cowper— a. 

164  There  is  a  fountain  filled  Cowper— Original. 

848  There  is  a  holy  city  

832  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight  Watts. 

446  There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place  Byte. 

829  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest  Tappan. 

954  Therefore,  with  angels  {Chant)  

 Tersanctus.   Seraphic  Hy.,  Western  Ch. 

689  They  are  evermore  around  us  Year  of  Praise. 

76  They  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace  

664  Thine  forever,  God  of  love  BosworWs  Coll. 

581  This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  Watts. 

786  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  Heber. 

549  Thou  art  my  Hiding-Place,  O  Lord  Raffles. 

440   Thou  art  my  Portion,  O  my  God  Watts. 

511   Thou  art  the  Way,  to  Thee  alone  Boane. 

901   Thou  hast  ascended  on  high  ( Chant)  

 Ps.  68  :  18. 19— Isaiah  44 :  3. 

216  Thou  hast  raised  our  human  nature  

375  Thou  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose. ..  C  Wesley. 


806  Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead  C.  Wesley. 

285  Thou  Lord  of  all  above  Beddome. 

482  Thou  lovely  Source  of  true  delight.  .Anne  Steele. 

394  Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart. . .  Anne  Steele. 

618  Thou  who  art  enthroned  above  Sandys. 

711  Thou  whose  almighty  word  Marriott. 

426  Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on  our  way  . . 

828  Though  nature's  strength  decay  Olivers. 


68  Through  all  the  changing  scenes . .  Tate.&  Brady. 

759  Through  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path  

 Hy.  Kirke  Wfdte. 

909  Throughout  the  hours  of  darkness  dim  

880  Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on  Watts. 

631  Thus  saith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord  Watts. 

519  Thy  bounties,  gracious  Lord  Scott. 

704  Thy  God,  my  Saviour  King  

61  Thy  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess. .  Gibbons. 

553  Thy  home  is  with  the  humble,  Lord  Faber. 

31  Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord  Watts. 

999  Thy  works,  not  mine,  O  Christ  Bonar. 

451  'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come  Watts. 

743  'Tis  enough,  the  hour  is  come  Merrick. 

151  'Tis  finished,  so  the  Saviour  cried  Stennett. 

568  'Tis  heaven  begun  below  Swain. 

787  'Tis  Jeeus  speaks  :  I  fold,  says  He  Stennett. 

783  'Tis  sweet  to  rest  in  lively  hope  Toplady. 

675  To  bless  Thy  chosen  race  Tate  &  Brady. 

183  To  God  be  glory,  peace  on  earth  Gloria 

in  excelsis  —  Supplement  to  Tate  &  Brady— a. 

64  To  God  our  strength  sing  loud  and  clear  

676  To  God,  the  only  wise  Watts. 

70  To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes  Watts. 

475  To  Jesus  the  crown  of  my  hope  Cowper. 

2C4  To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name. .  .Anne  Steele. 

141  To  Thee  be  glory,  honor,  praise  Gloria,  laus. 

 Theodulph  of  Orleans,  821— tr.  C. 

332  To  Thee,  my  God  and  Saviour  Haweis. 

890  To  Thee  our  wants  are  known  

75  To  Thy  pastures  fair  and  large  Merrick. 

590  To  Thy  temple  I  repair  Montgomery. 

126  To  us  a  child  of  hope  is  born  


NDEX    OF    FIRST  LINES. 


487 


HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

380  To  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go  Hastings. 

548  To  Zion's  hill  I  lift  mine  eyes. . . .  Tate  &  Brady. 

270  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  

771  To-morrow,  Lord,  is  Thine  Doddridge. 

721  Triumphant  Zion,  lift  thy  head  Doddridge. 

877  Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night  

785  Unveil  thy  hosom,  faithful  tomh  Watts. 

87  Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes   Watts. 

906  Vainly  through  night's  weary  hours  Lyte. 

116  Wake,  O  my  soul,  and  hail  the  morn  

142  Wake  the  song,  O  Zion's  daughter  J.  E.  L. 

735  Wake  the  song  of  jubilee  L.  Bacon. 

807  Waked  by  the  trumpet's  sound  Wesley  Coll. 

666  Was  there  ever  kinder  Shepherd  Fader. 

742  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night . .  Sir  J.  Bowring. 

748  Wayfarers  in  the  wilderness  

852  We  are  on  our  journey  home  Chas.  Beecher. 

964  We  believe  in  one  God  ( Chant)  Nicene  Creed. 

693  We  bid  Thee  welcome  in  the  name.. Montgomery. 

3  We  give  immortal  praise  Watts. 

181  We  keep  the  festival  Ad  regias  Agni — tr. 

775  We  know,  by  faith  we  know  C.  Wesley. 

869  We  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee  J.  Wesley. 

630  We  long  to  move  and  breathe  in  Thee  

949  We  praise  Thee,  O  God  (Chant)  

Te  Deum  Laudamus,  arr.  by  Ambrose,  from 

 Earlier  Christian  Hymn. 

483  We  seek  a  rest  beyond  the  skies  Newton. 

476  We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest  

708  We  thank  Thee,  Lord,  for  sending  here  

293  Weary  of  struggling  with  my  pain  Moravian. 

589  Welcome,  delightful  morn  Hay  ward. 

607  Welcome,  sweet  Day,  of  days  Simon  Browne. 

594  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest  Watts. 

827  We' ve  no  abiding  city  he  re  Kelly. 

845  What  are  these  in  bright  array  Montgomery. 

754  What  have  I  in  this  barren  land  Mason. 

49  What  secret  place,  what  distant  star .  Sab.  Hy.  BJc. 

69  What  shall  I  render  to  my  God  Watts. 

826  What  sinners  value,  1  resign  Watts. 

512  What  various  hindrances  we  meet  Cowper. 

92  When  all  Thy  mercies,  O  my  God  Addison. 

306  When  at  Thy  footstool,  Lord,  I  bend  Lyte. 

531  When  gathering  clouds  around  Sir  B.  Grant. 

470  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  Watts. 

546  When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God  Conder. 

150  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross  Watts. 

886  When  inward  turns  my  searching. .  .Bay  Palmer. 

526  When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay  Gibbons. 

114  When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  T.  Campbell. 

757  When  languor  and  disease  invade  Toplady. 

134  When  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere . Montgomery. 

52  When  man  grows  bold  in  sin  Watts. 

115  When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain  

 Hy.  Kirke  White. 


HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

991  When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain  ( Chant). . . 

 .  Hy.  Kirke  White. 

758  When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past. ....  .Noel. 

386  When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see.  Montgomery. 

539  When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe. .  .Milman. 

535  When  overwhelmed  with  grief  Watts. 

713  When  shall  the  voice  of  singing  Pratt's  Coll. 

435  When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise. .Anne  Steele. 

78  When  streaming  from  the  eastern.. Sir  B.  Grant. 

230  When  the  blest  day  of  Pentecost  Hart- 

Whitsunday  Hy.,  B.  D.  C.  Hy.  Bk.—Ed.  1792. 

803  When  Thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come. . . . 

 Selina,  Countess  of  Huntingdon. 

496  When  we  cannot  see  our  way  

513  Where  is  my  God,  does  He  retire  Anne  Steele. 

598  Where  shall  we  go  to  seek  and  find  Watts. 

638  While  in  the  hours  of  blooming  youth  

267  While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light. . . .Dwight. 

538  While  my  Redeemer's  near  Anne  Steele. 

917  While  o'er  the  deep  Thy  servants  sail. . .Burgess. 

110  While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks..  N.  Tate. 

91  While  Thee  I  seek  Helen  M.  Williams. 

923  While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun  Newton. 

324  Whither,  oh  whither  should  I  fly  Wesley. 

644  Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise  Watts. 

453  Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  Watts. 

782  Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  Watts. 

231  Why  should  the  children  of  a  King.  Watts. 

779  Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  Watts. 

274  Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares  ..Doddridge. 

17  With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue. .  Watts. 

305  With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh  Elven. 

488  With  earnest  longings  of  the  mind.  Watts. 

80  With  glory  clad,  with  strength  arrayed.  

. .  Tate  &  Brady.— B.  D.  C.  Hy.  Bk.—Ed.  1767. 

652  With  humble  faith  and  thankful  heart.  .Stennett. 

220  With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  Watts. 

316  Wretched,  helpless,  and  distrest  C.  Wesley. 

474  Ye  angels  who  stand  round  the  throne. .  DeFleury. 

717  Ye  Christian  heralds  !  go  proclaim  

318  Ye  fair,  enchanting  throng  

343  Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu  Anne  Steele. 

781  Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell  

 Doddridge. 

639  Ye  men  and  angels  witness  now  Beddome. 

788  Ye  mourning  saints,  whose  streaming  tears  

 Doddridge. 

573  Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice  Watts. 

208  Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim. ,  

701  Ye  servants  of  the  Lord  Doddridge. 

653  Ye  sin-sick  souls,  draw  near  Phippard. 

175  Ye  sons  and  daughters  of  the. .  O  Jilii  et  filice—tr. 

145  Ye  that  pass  by,  behold  the  Man  C.  Wesley. 

277  Ye  who  in  these  courts  are  found  

174  Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose  Doddridge. 

738  Yes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking  Kelly. 

429  Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints ........  Toplady. 


ALPHABETICAL  INDEX  OF  TUNES. 


[Tunes  marked  *  are  prepared for  this  -work,  and  are  copyright.] 


NAME. 

METER. 

AUTHOR. 

PAGE. 

 S.  M 

 174,  389 

Alford  

America  

 6s  &  4s 

Amsterdam  

 7s  &  6s 

Ames  

 L.  M 

Angels1  Song  

Antioch  

Anvern  

  L  M 

Anastasis  

  7s 

  868688 

Athalie  

  SMD 

Athens  

C  M 

  8s  &  7s  D 

  *   

  7s 

  C.  M 

Autumn  

  8s  &  7s  D 

Avon  

 C.  M 

 142,  216,  279 

Balerma  ,  

Barbara  

Barber  

 222,  249,  399 

Bartholdy  

Battishill  

Baxter  

Bemerton  

 8.  Webbe  

Benediction  

  «   

.122,  315,  340,  401 

Bentley  

Belvidere  

Bennett  

Bethany  

Bethesda  

213,  397,  407,  457 

Beza  

Bloomfield  

  125 

Bloomingdale  

Blumenthal  

Boardman  

  158 

Boswell 

Boylston 

.  ,  ,  26,  270,  329 

Bradford  .... 

Brattle  Street  

  42 

ALPHABETICAL    INDEX    OF   TUNES.  489 

METER.  AUTHOR.  PAGE. 

Braden  S.  M  W.  B.  Bradbury   385 

Bretby    .......... .L.  M  H.  W.  Greatorex   167,  226 

Brinsmade   H.  M   *   ■  •  •  • »   40 

Bristol  7s&6s   *   .....282 

Brooklyn  L.  M.   *   25 

Broadhead  .8s  &  7s,  D   *  .......102 

Browning  CM   *   225 

Brown  CM   W.  B.  Bradbury   98 

Brownell  C  M.  6  1  ..Haydn..   35 

Buckalew  L.  M  Rossini   —   393 

Byefield  CM  Woodbury   33 

Cambridge  CM  Br.  Randall   116 

Canterbury  C.  P.  M  J.  Neander   264 

Castalia  5s  &  8s  ...   -\-   191 

Carpenter  .  CM   #   Gl 

Chapman  10s    404 

Chambers  CM   #    38 

Chesterfield  CM...  Haweis   364 

China....  C.  M  Swan   33G 

Christmas    CM  Handel.   183 

Christmas  Hymn  H.  M  M.  Harp   50 

Clarion  H.  M  Mendelssohn   121 

Cleveland  S.  M   sjs  196,  343 

Cochrane  10s  &  4s   ^    189 

Come,  ye  Disconsolate  lis  &  12s  Webbe   .    127 

Consecration  Hymn  C  M.  D  D.  E.  Jones.   300 

Coronation  CM  0.  Holden    97 

Cowper  ..CM  Mason   76 

Crosby  ...S.  M.   *   330 

Crusader's  Hymn  5s,  6s  &  8s  Arr.  by  R.  S.  Willis  462 

D Alston  S.  P.  M  A.  Williams   248 

Dedham  ...CM  Gardner   293 

Demarest  ,8s,  7s  &  4s   %    74 

Denfield  CM  Glaser   154 

Devizes  CM   Tucker  , . .  241 

Dewitt  ,C.  M   %   30 

Dies  Irse,  .....7s,  9  1   *   351 

Dingman  8s  &  7s,  D   *    ..  311 

Dodge  7s,  6  1   *  395 

Doremus  ;  8s  &  7s,  D   #  165 

Dort   6s  &  4s  L.  Mason   92 

Dover  S.  M  "     "   ,  ,   56 

Downs  CM  "     "   170,  195,  409 

Dundee  C.  M  French  402 

Dubois  CM     39 

Duke  Street  L.  M  J.L.  Hatton  200,  277.  287 

Duty  S.  M  Tuckerman  212,  332 

Eddy  7s  &  6s   *   143,  215 

Edith  8s,  7s  &  4s   *    128 

Elberfeld  L.  M.  6  1  //.  Kugelman,  1601   Ill 

Elizabeth  H.  M   *   ,  251 ,  326 

Elizabethtown  CM  Kingsley   214 

Elmendorf.  P.  M   ^    236 

Enos  7,6,7.7,6   *    333 

Evening  Song  C.  M  "  ChoralisV   227 

Eventide  10s  J.  B.  Dykes  78,  379 

Ernan  L.  M  "  Cantica  Laudis"   357 

Eabett  8s  &  7s,  D  J.H.  Wilcox   112 

Farley  S.  M.  D   #    2 

Federal  Street  L.  M  H.  K.  Oliver  71, 194  266 

Eield  H.  M   %   144,  458 


490 


ALPHABETICAL    INDEX    OF  TUNES. 


NAME.  METER.  AUTHOR.  PAGE. 

Finney.  8s,  7s  &  4s  CM.  Von  Weber   345 

Fisher.....  CM.......    *    141 

Fleming  ,  ,7a..:...  Herold   34 

Flora  CM,   #   109 

Folsom  lis  &  10s.   ..Mozart.   58 

Forest     L.  M  ,  A.  Chapin   1G6 

Frederica  , ....  7s,  61.,  ,   ^   157 

Frederick.   lis  G.  Kingsley   319 

Ganse  C  P.  M  Melody  of  14th  Century   346 

Gaston  ,  8s,  D  Btigelli   211 

Geer  CM  H.  W.  Greatorex  310,410 

Genung    7,6,7.4   #   354 

Germany  L.  M   Beetlwven   373 

Gilead  L.  M  Milgrote   27 

Glad  Tidings   10s  &  lis  Avison  455 

Goodall  7s,  61   *  ,.197 

Good  News  7s,  D   Eossini  ,   55 

Goshen   .........  lis  .German  Glee  .....125, 190 

Gould   CM   #    263 

Grosvenor ....  —  5s  &  6s   Steggall  ,   12 

Grostete  L.  M   .H  W.  Greatorex   147 

Gratitude   L.  M  Manhattan  Coll   230 

Greenland  ..  A  8s  &  6s  J.  S.  Bach,  obit.,  1750.   184 

Hatt.  S.  M   %  „  228 

Haddam.  H.  M  ,  "  B.  Academy  "  . . . .  31,  281 

Hageman  8,6,8,8,6,4  „       #   463 

Hamburg —  — L.  M   L.  Mason...,.   231 

Harwell  8s  &  7s,  D  ............    93 

Hartford  7s  B.  Milgrove,  1810,  obit   79 

Harville.  CM  ...J,  Flint,  .140 

Haydn  L.  M  Haydn.. .  \. ........ ,   23 

Hazen.  8s  &  7s,  6  1  Redhead.    77 

Hastings  8,6,8,6,8,8  Hastings   84 

Heber  CM  G.  Kingsley  .169,  389 

Hebron  L.  M  L.  Mason   384 

Hendon  7s  Malan   156 

Hermon  ,  CM  L.  Mason  221 

Hibernia  lis . . .  J.  B.  Dykes  338 

Hinchman  7,8,7,8,7,7   *    255 

Holman  8,6,8,6,8,8   *   .240 

Holley  ..7s  Geo.  Hews...^   285 

Horton.  7s  S.von  Wartensee   138 

Hosford  8s,  D. .........   #   210 

Howes  H.  M   *  297 

Hughes  C.M.D  Beissiger   361 

Hursley  L.  M  German  296,  383 

Hutchinson  7s  &  5s   $    464 

Ingham  L.  M  "  Cantica  Laudis"   129 

Italian  Hymn  6s  &  4s  Giardini,  1760   9 

Jackson  L.  M   %    261 

Janette  6,6,8,4     #    358 

Jenner  '.  7s  &  6s  H.  L.  Jenner  362,  369 

Jerusalem  CM.  D  Modern  Harp   363 

Josephine  8s  &  7s,  D   ^    294 

Jubilate  H.  M   ;js    46 

Keeler  7s,  6s  &  8s   *    367 

KeeFe  7,8,7,8,7,7..,   *    100 

Kimball  .....L.  M   $    90 

Laban   ...  S.  M  L.  Mason   181 

Laneaboro  0.  M  "    «   219,  253 


ALPHABETICAL    INDEX    OF   TUNES.  491 

NAME.  METER.  AUTHOR.  PAGE. 

Laflin  S.  M                                   *    16 

Laus  H.  M                                   #    99 

Lebanon  S.  M.  D  J.  Zundel.  -   161 

Lenox  H.  M  Edson...  81, 121,  153 

Lischer    H.  M  L.  Mason   257 

Lisbon  S.  M  Bead   260 

Litany  7,6,8,8,8,7,7                            #    105 

London,  New  C.  M  A.  Hart's  Psalter,  1635   276 

Loving-kindness  L.  M  Western  Air   166 

Lowe  5s  &  lis                                «    403 

Luther's  Hymn  .  8,7,8,7,8,8,7  M.  Luther   353 

Lutzen  C.  P.  M                                 *    186 

Lyons  10s  &  lis  Haydn  15,  98,  202 

Mackenzie  S.  M   ^    235 

Maitland  CM  Allen   171 

Manoab  C.  M  H.  W.  Greatorex   145 

Martyn  7s,  D  Harsh   176 

Mary  CM   %   381 

Mason  C  M  J.  Eosenmuller   301 

May  7,7,5,7,7,4   *    324 

Mear  C.  M  Welsh  Air   247 

Melcombe  L.  M  8.  Webbe,  1790  63,201 

Mendon  L.  M  English   182 

Menville  L.  M  Mendelssohn   139 

Meribab  C.  P.  M  L.  Mason   20 

Merton  CM  H.  K.  Oliver. ...  262,  306,  335 

Merritt  C  M   *    47 

Merwin  8s,  7s  &  4s  H.  H.  Beadle   94 

Messiab  7s,  D  G.  Kingsley   274 

Metcalf  7s&6s   *   149,350 

Migdol  —  L.  M  "  Carmina  Sacra'1''   54 

Minnie  8s  &  7s,  Irr   #    394 

Missionary  Chant  L.  M  C.  Zeuner  305,  365 

Missionary  Hymn  7s  &  6s  Arr.  by  L.  Mason   309 

Monkland  :  7s  J.  B.  Wilkes  413 

Moore  H.  M   %    243 

Morning  Hymn  L.  M  F.  H.  Bartholomew.  1761   372 

Mornington    '  S.  M  Earl  of  Mornington  179 

Mount  Calvary  7s,  6  1  Theme  by  Eosenmuller   133 

Moscow  P.  M  Bussian  Hymn   406 

Mozart  7s  Mozart   80 

Myers  7s,  D  Abt  459 

Naomi  C  M  "  Carmina  Sacra''''   242 

Nashville  L.  P.  M  Gregorian   119 

Nebo  S.  M  W.B.  Bradbury   298 

Nettieton  8s  & 7s  Dr.  Nettleton   164 

Neumark  L.  M.  7  1  Neumark,  1681   352 

Newcourt  L.  P.  M  H.Bond   13 

New  Jerusalem  7,6,7,7,7  Western   371 

Northfield  C  M  Inqalls   356 

Nuremberg  7s  J.  S.  Bach,  1750    28,  22 

Oak  6s  &4s   322 

Oaksville  CM  C.  Zeuner  86,  206,  376 

Old  112th  L.  M.  5  1  Luther   348 

Old  100th  L.  M   "   10,250 

Oliphant  8s,  7s  &  4s  Arr.  by  Mason   344 

Olivet  6s  &4s  L.  Mason   173 

Olmutz  S.  M  "     "   115,192,292 

Opal  8s  &  7s,  D  J.  Zundel   150 

Ortonville  C  M  Hastings  155,  280 

Palmer  10,11,11,5  Mendelssohn   465 

Paraclete.  7s&5s   #    113 


492 


ALPHABETICAL    INDEX    OF  TUNES. 


ATJTHOB. 


HAME.  METER. 

Paradise  8,6,8,6,6,6,6,6  

Parish  S.  M  

Park  Street  L.  M  

Parting  7s,  D  

Pascal  8s  &  6s.....  

Pearl  C.  M  

Pentecost  C.  P.  M  

Petition  L.  M  

Peterborough  C.  M  

Pierce  CM  

Pierpont  7s  &  6s  

Pillar  8s  &  7s  

Piatt  8s,  D.  

Pleyels  Hymn  7s  

Portuguese  Hymn  10s  &  lis  J.  Beading,  1680.   -  .52,  203 

Prince  L.  M.  6  1  Mendelssohn  168,  218 

Purcell  S.  M  Pur  cell   347 


PAGE. 

$    370 

. .  W.  B.  Bradbury   245 

.  .Venua   64 

..Dowland   268 

..E.J.  Hopkins   146 

*   232 

  108 

  126 

  374 

  51 

  308 

 460 

  390 

  162 


.Donizetti  , 

L.  Mason  

.B.  S.  Willis.... 

.Flotow  

.  G.  W.  Morgan. 


H.  M  

,C.  P.  M  Boston  Academy  

.8s  &  7s  H.W.  Greatorex . . . . 

.  S.  M.  D   *   

.CM  T.  Bavenscroft,  1630. 

.8,8,8,4  E.J.  Hopkins,  1863. . 

.8s  &  7s  Sir  H.  Smart  , 


....  368 

....  19 

.151,  341 

....  318 

....  217 

....  82 

....  53 


W.  B.  Bradbury  334 

T.  Hastings   223 

W.  B.  Bradbury  360 


Ramsay   

Rapture  

Rathbun  

Raven  

Ravenscroft  

Redeliff  

Regent  Square  

Rest...,   L.  M. 

Retreat  L.  M. 

Rhine  C  M. 

Rich  C  M   *   208 

Rockingham  L.  M  L.  Mason   160 

Rock  of  Ages  7s,  6  1  Hastings   143 

Rosefield  7s,  61  Br.  Malan  130,  252 

Sabbath  7s,  61  L.Mason  254 

Sacrament  9,8,9,8  E.J.  Hopkins   282 

Salzburg  7s,  6  1  Bosenmuller,  1610   6 

Sanctus  10s,  lis  &  12s..  ...J.  B.  Dykes   1 

Saul  L.  M  Handel   337 

Schaflf  8,3,3,6,8,3,3,6  J.  Flint   456 

Schell  10s,  lis  &  12s   *    187 

Scotland  12s  ....Dr.  Clarke   120 

Seelye  8s  &  7s,  Pec   *    110 

Serenity  C  M  W.  Y.  Wallace   29 

Seymour  7s  H.W.  Greatorex   137 

Shackford  C  M   «    290 

Shawmut  S.  M  L.  Mason   299 

Shining  Shore  8s  &  7s,  D  G.  F.  Boot   320 

Siberia  8s,  7s  &  4s  S.  B.  Bond  7,  312 

Sicilian  Hymn  8s  &  7s  Balian  188,  267.  462 

Silver  Street  S.  M  Smith.  17,  45 

Smyrna  8s  &  7s,  D  Mozart   2S6 

Solitude  7s  L.  T.  Downs  193,  220,  391 

Solney  8s  &7s   342 

Song  8s  &  5s  German   101 

Southwell  S.  M  English  Bsalter  0/1588    73 

Spanish  Hymn  7s,  D  Old  Melody  239,  317 

Speranza  7,6,7,6,7,7,7,7   *    H 

Spring  C  M   *    198 

St.  Angelo  7s,  10  1   $    75 

St.  Anns  CM  Dr.  Croft,  1763    24 

St.  Bride  S.  M  Dr.  Howard,  1782    234 

St.  Eustace  7s  Mendelssohn   258 

St.  George's  Chapel  7s,  D  Elvey  412 

St.  Johnn  7s,  D  Webbe   237 

St.  Martins  ,  CM  Tansur   91 


ALPHABETICAL    INDEX    OF  TUNES. 


493 


NAME  METER.  AUTHOR.  PAGE. 

St.  Paul  S.  M   v>   :831 

St.  Thomas  S-.  M  A.  Williams   246 

State  Street  S.  M  J.  C  Woodman  178,224 

Stabat  Mater  8,8,7,8,8,7     *    70 

Stephens  ...0.  M  Jones  ,...32,  273 

Sterling  L.  M  11 

Storrs  ..7s,  6  1   #   £6 

Stockwell  8s  &  7s,  Pec   386 

Strasburg  8s  &  7s.  6  1  Hamburg  Song-book,  1832   314 

Stuart.  7s  &  6s   *  199 

Sumner  L.  M  ...G.  Hews   62 

Talus'  Evening  Hymn  L.  M  Tallis   382 

Talmage  6s  &  4s   *   303 

Taylor  L.  M  B.  Milgrove,  1810   89 

Telemann's  Chant  7s  C  Zeuner  21,  313 

Temple  .8,4,8,4,8,8,8,4   .E.J.  Hopkins   388 

Terhune  ,   8s  &  7s  CM.  von  Weber  396 

Thatcher   S.  M  Handel  288 

The  last  beam.  10s.   380 

Theodora  7s.  Handel   172 

Tiffany  C.  M  V.  C  Taylor   325 

Tivoli  8s  &  7s   Pleyel   244 

To-day   6s  &  4s  Mason   127 

Trask  14s  Mendelssohn   349 

Truro  L.  M  C  Burney   37 

Tuckerman  .CM  Tuckerman   278 

Tulford  .7s  D   .E.  J.  Hopkins  408 

"Oxbridge  L.  M.  L.  Mason  117 

Vermilye    6s,  8s  &  4s   ifc    8 

Waldron  L.  M  T.  Campion,  1600   68 

Walker  L.  M.  61   *    233 

Wanderer  L.  M.  D  Arranged  229 

Ward  L.  M  L.  Mason  41,  204,  271 

Wardwell  7s  &  5s    %    185 

Ware  .  L.  M  G.  Kingsley   107 

Wareham  .'  lis  &  8s  Old  English  —  18 

Warrior  H.  M....   *   3,256 

Watchman,  tell  us ... ,   7s,  D  L.  Mason   316 

Wave  8s,  7s  &  4s  Arr.  by  Bradbury   398 

Webb  7s  &  6s  ....G.J.  Webb   180 

Wells  L.  M  Holdrayd   295 

Wesser  CM  E.J.  Hopkins   60 

Whitten  ..CM   *   .....87,152 

Whitfield  ...7s&6s     *    5 

Wilmot  7s  CM.  von  Weber   .4,  284 

Willington  L.  M  H.  W.  Greatorex   275 

Williston  7s  J.  Bosenmuller,  1610    95 

Windham  L.  M  ,..D.  Bead  135,  411 

Wittemberg  6s,  7s  &  6s  ....J.  Cruger,  1598    36 

Woodland...  C  M  JST.  Z>.  Gould   359 

Woodstock  CM  "  Boston  Academy  "   378 

Worthing  8s  &  7s    "  "  392 

Yarmouth  7s  &  6s  "  Boston  Academy  "   304 

York  ....CM  A.  Hart's  Psalter,  1615    323 

Zerah  CM  L.  Mason   59 

Zephyr  L.  M  W.B.  Bradbury   .134,  291 

Zion  8s,  7s  &  4s  J, 


METRICAL  INDEX  OF  TUNES. 


L.  M.  PA&E 

Ames   375 

Anvern   307 

Barbara  222,  249,  339 

Balclutha  175,  269 

Bethune  207.  213,  397,  407,  457 

Benediction  (6  lines)   387 

Bloomingdale   124 

Bretby  167,223 

B.-ownell   35 

Brooklyn  

Buekelew   393 

Duke  Street  200,  277,  237 

Elberfeld   Ill 

Ernan   357 

Federal  Street  71,  194,  266 

Forest   166 

Germany   373 

Gilead   27 

Gratitude   239 

Grostete   147 

Hamburg  231 

Haydn   23 

Hebron   334 

Hursley  296,  333 

Ingham   129 

Jackson   231 

Kimball   90 

Loving-kindness   16  J 

Melcombe  63,  201 

Mendon   182 

Menville   139 

Migdol   54 

Missionary  Chant  305,  365 

Morning  Hymn   372 

Neumark  (7  Vims)   352 

Old  100th  10,  250 

Old  112th  (5  lines  )  348 

Park  Street   64 

Petition   125 

Prince  (6  lines)  103,  218 

Rost   334 

Retreat    223 

Rockingham   160 

Saul   337 

Sterling   11 

Samn3r   62 

Taylor   89 

Tallis'  Evening  Hymn  382 

Truro   37 

Uxbrldge.   lit 

Walker   233 

Wanderer  229 

Ward  204,  241,  271 

Ware  107 

Waldron   68 

Wells   295 

Windham  135,  411 

Willington   275 

Zephyr  134,  291 

C.  M. 

Antioch   48 

Angel's  Song  (Double)   49 

Athens   157 

Auburn  265 

Avon    72 

Balcrma   104 


PAGE 

Belvidere   118 

Bemerton   272 

Boardman   15S 

Boswell   339 

Browning   225 

Bradford  43,  103 

Brown   96 

Brattle  Street   42 

Byefield   33 

Carpenter   61 

Cambridge  116 

Chesterfield   364 

Christmas   183 

China  336 

Chambers    33 

Cowper   76 

Coronation   97 

Denfield   154 

Dewitt   30 

Devizes   241 

Dedham   293 

Downs  170,  195,  409 

Dubois   39 

Dundee  402 

Elizabethtown   214 

Evening  Song   227  j 

Fisher  T.....   141  | 

Flora   109 

Geer  310,  410 

Gould   263 

Harville   140 

Heber  169,  389 

Hermon   221 

Hughes  (Double)   3<3l 

Jerusalem  (Double)   363 

Lanesboro  219,  253 

London,  New   276 

Maitland   235 

Manoah   145 

Mason   301 

Mary   331 

Merritt   47 

Mear   247 

Merton  362,  30(3,  335 

Naomi   242 

Northfield   356 

Oaksvile  88,  206,  370 

Ortonville  155,  280 

Pearl   232 

Peterborough   374 

Pierce   51 

Ravenscroft   217 

Rich   208 

Rhine   360 

Serenity   29 

Shackford   290 

Spring   193 

Stephens  32,  273 

St.  Ann's   24 

St.  Martin's   91 

Tiffany   325 

Tuckerman   278 

Wesser   60 

Whitten  87, 152 

Woodland   359 

Woodstock   378 

York   323 


PAGE 

Zerah   59 

S.  M. 

Adrian   377 

Ahira  174,  389 

Alexander   85 

Athalie  (Double)   328 

Barber  114,  136 

Battishill  218 

Bennett  132,  177 

Bethesda   131 

Boylston  26,  270,  329 

Braden   385 

Cleveland  196,  343 

Crosby   330 

Dover   56 

Duty  212,  332 

Farley  (Double)   2 

Hayt   228 

Laban   181 

Laflin   16 

Lebanon  (Double)   161 

Lisbon   260 

Mackenzie   235 

Mornington   179 

Nebo   298 

Olmutz.  115, 192,  292 

Parish.   245 

Raven  (Double)   318 

Shawmut   299 

Silver  Street   17,  45 

Southwell   73 

St.  Bride   234 

State  Street  178,  224 

St.  Thomas   246 

St.  Paul   231 

Thatcher   288 

H.  M. 

Beza   400 

Brinsmade   40 

Clarion   121 

Christmas  Hymn   50 

Elizabeth..  251,  326 

Field  144,  458 

Haddam  31,  228 

Howes   297 

Jubilate   46 

Laus   99 

Lenox  81.  121,  153 

Lecher   257 

Moore   243 

Ramsey   368 

Warrior  3,  256 

C.  P.  M. 

Ariel   163 

Cmterbury   264 

Ganse   346 

Lutzen   186 

Meribah   20 

Pentecost   108 

Rapture   19 

L.  P.  M. 

Nashville   119 

Newcourt   13 


METRICAL    INDEX    OF  TUNES. 


495 


S.  P.  M. 

Dalston  248 

C.  M.  D. 

Consecration  Hymn   300 

8,6,8,6,8,8. 

Ascension   84 

Hastings   84 

Holman....   24° 

8,4,8,4,8,8,8,4. 

Temple   388 

8,8,7,8,8,7. 

Stabat  Mater   '0 

8,7,8,7,8,8,7. 

Luther's  Hymn   353 

83  &  6s. 

Greenland   181 

Pascal   14b 

8s.  Double. 

Gaston   211 

Hosford   210 

Piatt   330 

8,8,8,6. 

Alford   106 

8,8,8,4. 

Redcliff  >   82 

8,6,8,6,6,6,6,6. 

Paradise  

8s  &  7s.  Irregular. 

Minnie   •  —  194 

Seelye...   HO 

8s,  7s  &  4s. 

Demarest   74 

Edith   123 

Finney   34o 

Merwin   94 

Oliphant   344 

Siberia  7,  313 

Wave   398 

Zion  302 


370 


8,7,8,7,6,6,6,7. 


41 


8s  &  7s. 

Atwater   65 

Autumn  142,  216,  279 

Brodhead  (Bauble)   102 

Dingman  (Double)  311 

Doremus  (Double)   165 

Fahen  (Double)   112 

Harwell  (Double)   93 

Hazen  (6  lines)   77 

Josephine  (Double)   294 

Nettleton  (Double)   164 

Oval  (Double)   150 

Pillar  .   460 

Rathbun  151,  341 

Regent  Square   53 

Sicilian  Hymn  188,  267,  462 

Smyrna  (Double)   286 

Strasburg  (  6  lines )   314 

Stockwell   386 

Solney  •  242 

Terhune   39b 

Tivoli   244 

Wilmot   4 

Worthing   392 


PAGE 

Atonement   67 

Benevento  (Double)  122,  315,  340,  401 

Beulah  (Double  )  355,  366 

Bethlehem  ( 6  lines )   57 

Blumenthal  (Double )   123 

Dies  Irae  ( 9  lines)   351 

Dodge  (6  lines)   395 

Elmendorf   236 

Fleming   34 

Frederica  (  6  lines )   157 

Goodall(  6  lines)   197 

Good  News  (Double )   55 

Hartford   79 

Hendon   156 

Horton   138 

Holley   285 

Messiah  (Double)   274 

Martyn   176 

Mozart   80 

Mount  Calvary   133 

Monkland   413 

Myers  (Double)   459 

Nuremberg  22,  28 

Parting  (Double)   258 

Pleyel's  Hymn  162 

Rock  of  Ages  ( 6  lines )   148 

Rosefleld  (6  lines)   130,  252 

Sabbath  (6  lines)   254 

Salzburg  (6  lines)   6 

Seymour   137 

Solitude  193,  221,  391 

Spanish  Hymn  239,  317 

St.  Angelo  (10  lines)   75 

St.  John's  (Double)   237 

Storrs  (<b  lines)   66 

St.  Eustace   258 

St.  George's  Chapel  (Double).. .  412 

Telemann's  Chant  21,  313 

Theodora  ,  172 

Talford   408 

Watchman,  tell  us  (Double) ..  ..  316 

Williston  95 

Wilmot   284 

7s  &  6s. 

Amsterdam  ,   209 

Bartholdy   69 

Bentley..  259,  283 

Bristol   282 

Eddy  143,215 

Jenner.....  362,  369 

Metcalf  149,  350 

Missionary  Hymn   309 

Pierpont   308 

Stuart   199 

Webb   180 

Whitfield   5 

Yarmouth   304 


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Bethany   205 

Dort   93 

Italian  Hymn   9 

Oak   322 

Olivet   173 

Talmage   303 


6s. 


Baxter. 


321 


6s  &  5s. 

Beadle   238 

Grosvenor   12 

6,6,8,4. 

Janette   355 


Vermilye  — 
Wittemburg. 


6,8,4. 
6,7,6. 


7s. 


Albert  (Double). 
Anastasis  


7,6,7,4. 

Genung   3o4 

7,8,7,8,7,7. 

Hinchman   255 

Keese  -   100 

7,6,8. 

Keeler   367 

7,6,8,8,8,7,7. 

Litany   105 

7s  &  5s. 

Paraclete   H3 

Wardwell   185 

8,3,3,8,3,3,6. 

Schaff   456 

6s  &  4s. 

America  405 


lis. 

Bloomfield   125 

Fiederick   319 

Goshen  125,  190 

Hibernia   338 

Moscow  407 

lis  &  12s. 

Come,  ye  Disconsolate   127 

Scotland   120 

lis  &  10s. 

Folsom   58 

Glad  Tidings   455 

Lyons    15,  98,  202 

Portuguese  Hymn  52,  203 

11,10,11,5. 

Palmer   465 

lis  &  8s. 

Wareham   18 

5s  &  8s. 

Castalia   191 

Song   101 

10s. 

Chapman  404 

Eventide  78,  379 

The  Last  Beam   380 

10s  &  4s. 

Cochran     189 

5s,  6s  &  8s. 

Crusaders'  Hymn  462 

7,6.7,7,6. 

Enos   333 

5s  &  lis. 

Lowe  •  •  403 

9,8,9,8. 

Sacrament   282 

10s,  lis  &  12s. 

Sanctus   1 

Schell   187 

7,6,7,6.7,7,7,7. 

Speranza   14 


14s. 


Trask. 


,349 


INDEX  OF  CHANTS. 


PAGE 

Abide  in  me   454 

Advent   422 

Apostles1  Creed  ,  ,  428 

Ascension   426 

All  Hail  451 

Alleluia   449 

Benedictus   420 

Beatusvir   430 

Benedic  anima  mea   444 

Bonum  est  confiteri   438 

Cantate  Domino  440 

Cantate  Domino   442 

Covenant   450 

Christmas   423 

Deus  misereatur   434 

Deus  noster  refugium  432 

De  Profundis   446 

Domine,  Dominus  noster  430 

Dominus  regit  me   431 

Domine  refugium   436 

Dominus  regnavit   441 

Easter   424 

Gloria  in  excelsis  414,  415 

Gloria  tibi   467 

Gloria  Patri  .  ..467—469 

Good  Friday  ,  424 


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Jubilate  Deo  443 

Lactates  sum.  —   445 

Leyavioculos   445 

Laudate  Domine   448 

Lord's  Prayer  429 

Magnificat   419 

Miserere  mei   432 

Nunc  dimittis  420 

Paschal   425 

Quam  dilecta   435 

Qui  habitat   437 

Eesponses   466 

Surge  Domine   447 

Star  of  Bethlehem  ,   452 

!  Te  Deum  Laudamus  416—418 

TerSanctus   421 

Trisagion    421 

Te  decet  hymnus.   433 

The  Chariot   453 

Venite  Exultemus  Domino.  439 

Whitsunday  ,   427 


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